My Guatemalan Housekeeper Girl (Part #2)

Kevin Fitzgerald's exotic housekeeper makes extra money with limited sexual services. When she turns 19, her sexual menu will expand to include vaginal sex.

Highlights of Original Story

This is a continuation of an earlier story titled “My Guatemalan Housekeeper Girl”. It is set in suburban Canada in 1990 about two years after a Guatemalan family named Garcia moved into the narrator’s neighborhood. That narrator is Kevin Fitzgerald, a 45-year-old bachelor, who lives alone. One day the oldest Garcia child, an 18-year-old girl named Martina, drops a flyer into his mailbox advertising her housekeeping services at a bargain rate of $8 per hour. Kevin immediately hires Martina who proves to be an excellent worker. Delighted with the service, Kevin pays Martina, includes a tip, and tells her to come back the next day. Shortly thereafter, Kevin learns from Ron (a neighbor and friend) that Martina is known in her high school as the Guatemalan Titty Girl. Why? In a wooded area adjacent to the school, Martina allows horny boys to look at her breasts, fondle them, suck on them, and even fuck them—all for a price, of course. Not surprisingly, Martina’s sex services become popular. Ron knows this to be true because his nephew is one of Martina’s regular customers. The next time Martina works at Kevin’s house, he hands her an extra $5 and asks for her most expensive sex service to see what her reaction will be. To his surprise, Martina accepts the money and happily lets Kevin fondle, suck on, and fuck her tits—which elicits a huge cum shot. Martina tells Kevin she will be 19 years old in a few days, a milestone date upon which Martina’s mother (a part-time hooker) will allow her eldest daughter to expand her experience and start having vaginal sex with her customers. Kevin tells Martina he wants to be her first client. Martina happily agrees.

Part One

The next time I used Martina’s cleaning services was three days after our thoroughly enjoyable $5 sexual encounter. (At the very least, it was certainly enjoyable for me!) It was also the day before her milestone birthday. Martina had spent two hours cleaning and dusting my house. I gave her $20 again. By the disappointed look on her face, I think she was a little bit surprised not to see an extra $5 on the table for another one of her famous and fabulous titty fucks. “I don’t have an extra $5 for you today, Martina, dear…but I do have this for you, sweetheart.” I handed her a large box of high-quality chocolates from a prominent local candy store. I had hidden them from her view to surprise her. “This is for you, Martina, honey. Happy nineteenth birthday!” I said. I also took the liberty of lovingly kissing her cheek. It occurred to me that despite our very intimate encounter, kissing hadn’t been part of her services, so this was the first buss I had ever given her.

“Such a luxury!” Martina exclaimed. “Mr. Kevin, no one has ever given me such a gift!”

I told her she was very welcome to it because she was such a terrific housekeeper for me—and I liked having her around. Somehow, I was developing a soft spot in my heart for this petite Guatemalan girl, despite her undeniably sordid reputation.

I saw tears well up in her beautiful brown eyes. “You are so kind to me, Mr. Kevin. I don’t know what to say.” She had to stop talking because she was crying a little bit. They were happy tears, however. Nevertheless, I saw this as a perfect excuse to embrace her, so I did. After our little cuddle, which we both seemed to enjoy, I was about to open the door so Martina could head home. She did not move, though.

I was about to ask Martina why she wasn’t leaving, but she gave me the reason before I could pose the question. She announced, “This gift is worth way more than $5. You get a free one from me today.” I didn’t need Martina to specify what she was talking about.

I was not going to say no to that arrangement. Within a few seconds, Martina had removed her t-shirt and bra, and for the second time I enjoyed the pleasures of her youthful and sexy breasts. My climax was just as powerful as it had been three days before. This girl had undeniable talents that made heathy and horny males quickly liquidate their assets!

After Martina washed her face and chest, she surprised me by not going directly home. Instead, she walked the short distance across the street to Ron Monroe’s house! He was anxiously waiting for her on his porch. He saw me looking at him. After he showed Martina into his home, Ron turned around, smiled at me…and held up what looked to be a $5 bill. I took that signal to mean Ron had not booked Martina for her housekeeping services. My cute little sweetie was thoroughly professional at her two jobs.

A few hours later, I saw Ron again. This time he was sitting on his porch. When I crossed the street, he had an exaggerated grin on his face. I wagged the index finger on my right hand at him in mock anger. “Naughty boy!” I said with a fake scowl.

“No naughtier than you!” he replied. “By the way, it was the best $5 I’ve ever spent, too. Thanks for the recommendation, buddy. She’s a terrific little trollop.”

“To be totally honest,” I noted, “I’ve been twice as naughty as you have. I fucked Martina’s tits for a second time, just before she went to your house. This one was a freebie, though.”

“Lucky you!” Ron exclaimed. “How did you merit that?”

“I gave her a box of chocolates for her birthday,” I explained. “The titty fuck was her way of thanking me.”

“I think you lost money on that deal,” said Ron. “That candy probably cost you far more than $5.”

“I didn’t give Martina the chocolates for what I might get in return—which was fabulous, by the way. She’s actually a sweet little girl,” I insisted.

Ron laughed at that comment. “Yeah,” he joked, “Martina Garcia is Debbie Reynolds, Shirley Temple and Annette Funicello all rolled into one—the absolute essence of innocence.”

I couldn’t argue with his sarcasm, so I philosophized instead. “We all have our faults, you know. Martina seems to be wired to have sexual encounters with every Tom, Kevin and Ron who comes along with $5. Your fault is more physical, Ron. I think I saw Martina leave your house about five minutes after she entered it!”

Ron replied to the zinger with a bit of self-deprecating humor. “Be fair,” he said, “I think it was closer to ten minutes than five. Martina is damn good at what she does. What a cum shot she made me have!”

I just laughed and added, “How long do you think those overmatched, teenage, sexual novices last with Martina once she gets down to business? Twenty or thirty seconds, perhaps? Hey, you could always ask your nephew, Peter.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I want to ask him,” Ron candidly admitted. “I’m afraid I’ll learn that Peter has greater sexual control of himself with Martina than I have!”

Part Two

The day after her nineteenth birthday, Martina surprised me by knocking on my door. I had not booked her for housecleaning that day. Nevertheless, I invited her inside and offered her a cold drink, which she happily accepted.

“How does it feel to be an old lady of 19?” I jokingly asked her. She laughed and said she really felt no different than when she was 18.

“I loved your gift of chocolates,” she gratefully told me. “They were so delicious, Mr. Kevin.”

“A beautiful girl deserves the best of everything, including chocolates,” I told her. “So why are you here today? It’s a delightful surprise whatever the reason might be.”

Martina handed me a pink envelope. “My mother told me to give you this note and wait for a reply.” Because of its length, it was more of a letter than a note. It read,

“Dear Mr. Kevin Fitzgerald: Thank you for employing Martina as your house cleaner. She likes earning money for the family and she likes you personally very much. She was thrilled by the wonderful gift of chocolate candies for her birthday. It was a special surprise for her that she will not forget.

“Martina has told me that you and the man across the street have both bought her special services. Martina enjoys being a sexually attractive girl, and she likes the money it can bring to us. She also says that you are especially kind and gentle with her when you are intimate. That is the sign of a true gentleman!

“As you know, Martina is now 19 years old. I promised Martina when she reached that special age, she could have full sexual relations with boys and men if she wanted to do so. She does, as she sees it as the best way to make money. I told her she could easily charge $100 for a vaginal fuck and she would have lots of customers. Martina says you want to be the first customer to fuck her. That news made her so happy. Because you have been such a gentleman with Martina, I think she should spend an entire night fucking with you for no charge whatsoever. I think you both will enjoy it. I have taught her a few basic things about intercourse so that she will know what to expect and what to do.

“I must inform you that Martina is not a virgin. A few years ago, a powerful politician in Guatemala forced himself on Martina and took her virginity. He was never prosecuted for what he did. That is one of the reasons why we emigrated to Canada. I hope you are not disappointed with her.

“Martina could come to your house on Saturday night and come home on Sunday sometime. Does this plan meet with your approval? Yours with thanks, Gabriella Garcia.”

I picked up the notepad beside me and hastily wrote, “Making love to your beautiful daughter will be one of the highlights of my life. Please allow me to take Martina to dinner on Saturday at 6 p.m. as a prelude to what will follow. She can knock on my door anytime between 5 and 6 o’clock. My heart is already pounding in anticipation! I cannot wait.”

I placed my reply in another envelope and handed it to Martina. I asked her, “Do you know what was written in your mother’s note to me?”

“I have a general idea,” she said with a cheeky grin on her face. “What did you write in your note to her, Mr. Kevin?”

“Basically, I wrote, ‘Hell, yes!’”

Martina looked puzzled, so I clarified things. “I told your mom, not quite in these exact words, that I would be delighted to spend Saturday night fucking my beautiful housekeeper’s pretty pussy for hours on end. I also told her that I wanted to take you out for dinner beforehand.”

“Wow!” Martina said. “I don’t eat at restaurants very often.”

“I’ll take you anywhere in town you want to go regardless of the price,” I told her.

“Okay, let’s go to Burger King!” I chuckled slightly at her preferred choice of eatery. My Saturday sex partner obviously had very plebeian tastes.

On Saturday night, Martina arrived at my house at a few minutes past 5 o’clock. I took that as a sign that she was as eager about our tryst as I was. She was wearing what looked to be a sparkling new, white dress with various colored dots on it. (In a way, it reminded me of the playing area of the game Twister.) It suited her well. She looked absolutely adorable in it—and I told her so. Martina was also wearing red knee socks and sneakers. She looked more like a typical sixth-grade girl than a high school senior. (I’ll be honest, that was a huge sexual turn-on for me.) Martina’s prominent bosoms highlighted by a style of brassiere that gave her goodies extra lift provided an added touch of sex appeal—and I told her that too!

Our meal at Burger King was a big hit with her. Martina devoured two fully loaded Whoppers, a large fries, a large soft drink, and an ice cream dessert. I don’t know where this small girl put it all.

“Is it time to go back to your house for fucky-fucky now, Mr. Kevin?” she asked in a voice a little too loud for my comfort in the busy burger joint.

I held up a finger to my lips to indicate to Martina that she should be more discreet. Given her incredibly open sexuality, I’m not sure if discretion was ever taught to this girl. I told her in a quiet voice. “If you want to call it fucky-fucky, Martina, that’s okay by me, sweetie. I prefer to think of tonight’s activity as lovemaking.” I intentionally discounted what that horrible Guatemalan rapist/politician did to her, adding, “This is a first for you, Martina, so I’m going to treat you like the princess you are for as long as I can.”

“That sounds wonderful, Mr. Kevin,” she purred just above a whisper. “I can hardly wait for us to get started.” She affectionately clasped my right hand, which was an endearing trait.

I said, “Martina, you didn’t let me finish what I was saying, honey. After I’m done treating you like a princess, I’m going to fuck you from dusk till dawn until my balls start to bleed.”

Totally unfazed by my lustful bluntness, Martina said, “Hey, that sounds wonderful, too, Mr. Kevin! Let’s get in the car right now so we can go back to your home and begin.”

When we got back to the house, I took Martina by her hand and led her to my king-size bed where my wonderful little housekeeper sat gently on a corner of it. She confessed to me, “Mr. Kevin, this is the second time I’ve sat on your bed. The other day when I was dusting this bedroom, I’d never seen such a luxurious bed before! I sat on the mattress a few times just to try it out. I even lied on it once. Do you forgive me?”

“Oh, Martina, that was a very terrible thing to do,” I kidded her. “I’ll have to think of something nasty to do with you when we’re in bed.”

“Okay,” Martina said. “But don’t waste too much time thinking when we could be fucking.”

I thought that was a marvelous line that ought to be printed on bumper stickers and t-shirts.

Without further ado, I moved behind where Martina was standing. She was short enough that I could easily rest my chin on the top of her head. I put my hands around Martina’s waist to give her sort of a backwards embrace. I then found the zipper atop her pretty dress and drew it downward. The garment fell softly to the ground.

I gently spun Martina around so that she was facing me. She had on the same sexy bra I had seen twice before. This was the first time seeing her panties, however, as her lower regions had been off limits to all males until now. They were a soft shade of blue. “Sit on the edge of the bed and take off your bra, sweetie,” I instructed her. “I’ll remove your panties.” I did, sliding them down over her socks and shoes. I pulled her shoes off and I let her take care of the long, tight-fitting socks. I now had a sexy 19-year-old girl sitting naked on my bed with a look of wonderment in her eyes. “Oh, this is fabulous!” was what I was thinking—so I said it out loud.

Despite their obvious appeal, I ignored Martina’s lovely tits for the time being and focused on her equally lovely pussy. It had a bit of pubic hair on it, but not as much as I expected she would. I immediately buried my face in it and started licking and sucking every inch of it. Martina approved, “Mother told me you might do this and that I’d like it,” she said.

“Was your mother right?” I asked.

“Oh yes, Mr. Kevin, she was very much right. I like the tingly feelings you’re giving me down there. Keep doing it, please.”

In my desire to please this teenage darling sexually, I suddenly realized that I’d forgotten to disrobe. I stopped the licking and sucking for less than a minute. That was all the time I needed to get naked from top to bottom. “Back to work for me,” I told my little sex partner whose pussy was getting very wet from my diligent attentions to it.”

Martina was panting slightly, but she managed to say, “Mr. Kevin, I think I’m going to have something happen down there!”

“I think you are too, honey,” I replied. “That’s perfectly normal. Just let it happen.” Not long afterward I was slurping up Martina’s first orgasm—which was amazing considering how much experience she had herself in bringing teenage boys (and recently grown men) to orgasms. “Good girl, Martina!” I told her. “Hey, I’m glad I could please you for a change.”

We moved up to the top of my bed where we lovingly embraced each other. For the first time ever, I kissed Martina on her lips. This was something that she did not do often, so she wanted to experience it to excess. Like the gentleman I was alleged to be, I obliged. I think the last kiss had to have lasted three minutes before we ended our lip-lock. “Oh, Mr. Kevin, she cooed, “that was so wonderful. Sex with you makes me happy. It is a lot of fun, too.”

“Let me have some fun with those sexy little titties now, my dear. They are just perfect!”

Somewhat bothered by that comment, Martina informed me, “They’re not so little now. They keep growing. I have nice tits, better than any girl in my whole school!”

I suppressed a laugh and said to her, “You are absolutely right, Martina, I apologize. They keep growing and I approve of that. Okay, then. I’m going to fondle your lovely midsize tits. They are awesome and so very squeezable.”

I took a sideways position with Martina. My hard dick was between the cheeks of her bum. Both my hands were cupping her mounds, my fingers busily working on her prominent, erect nipples. “No time limit tonight, Martina?” I asked. I was sort of joking, but I wanted to know for certain.

“No, none at all, Mr. Kevin,” she answered. “You may do this all night if you wish.”

I just had to suck on them…and I did. Between licks I declared, “These are the tits that made you famous, Martina. It’s a real honor to suck on them.” She didn’t know if I was joking or serious. Frankly, neither did I.

For old-times’ sake I straddled Martina for a titty fuck. Based on habit, Martina knew exactly what to do. She pressed her tits together as I thrust by dick back and forth. Martina was right; her breasts seemed to be getting bigger by the week. I didn’t say anything, but I figured with their appreciation, she ought to consider raising her prices.

“Are you going to shoot your cum on my boobs, Mr. Kevin” she asked me. “I enjoy the feeling when you do that.”

“No, Martina, my sweetheart,” I said between long thrusts. “The cum goes elsewhere tonight my dear, so I better tend to that right now.”

I gave her a quick kiss and then I slithered down her torso and spread her legs. I wasn’t going to last much longer as Martina’s sexual magic was about to take its usual toll on my very stiff penis. I placed my dick at the glorious opening of her 19-year-old pussy and shoved it in. I must admit, I wasn’t too gentle about it. Martina wasn’t expecting it at all and let out a groan that fell somewhere between annoyance and pleasure on the fucking scale. A novice at this part of sex, she was unsure what was happening.

“Is this fucking, Mr. Kevin?” she seriously asked.

“It will be once I get rolling,” I told her. “Let’s see if we can get into a happy rhythm.”

I began to thrust my dick with reckless abandon inside her tight snatch. Martina got used to the feeling and became more active in our coital dance. “Attagirl,” I said with delight. “Enjoy the ride, Martina!” Seconds later, I came. Boy, did I come! It was the greatest orgasm of my life! Jet after jet of semen flowed from my throbbing dick into my sexy little fuck friend. No matter how deeply I penetrated Martina, her pussy couldn’t begin to hold it all. Great gobs of jism were dripping out of it and onto the bed.

I finally pulled out of my diminutive lover and just rested on my back. I was thoroughly spent. Martina looked more than a little worn out herself, just from being the receiver of my immense carnal passion. I think she had her second orgasm of the night as I was coming, but I couldn’t be absolutely sure about that. I glanced at the clock radio. Good heavens! It was only 7:45 p.m.! I held my darling girl in my arms as we both looked at the messy bed sheets we had jointly created with our coitus. Martina then said one of the funniest things I’d ever heard in my life. I still don’t know if it was done with comedic intent, but it was pure gold regardless. “I launder the bed sheets tomorrow before I leave,” she said. “Eight dollars per hour.”

We decided to take a much-needed little break from our spectacular lovemaking to calm ourselves down and prepare for the long night of screwing still ahead of us. When we resumed our romp, I showed her a few different ways for a man to enter a woman’s most delectable private area. In turn, Martina showed me a few things that her mother had taught her to do to get a rise from a man’s dick even after he’s had three ejaculations. It was quite an educational night for the two of us. At some point we both drifted off into a very sound and blissful slumber.

“Oh, Martina, my love, you were a wonderful bedmate,” I said to her the next morning not long after we both woke up. “We must do this again sometime!”

“Sure, Mr. Kevin!” she exclaimed. Then she paused for a moment and added, “Not next Saturday, though. I cannot be here. I’ll be across the street with Mr. Ron. He is paying me $200 for an evening of fucky-fucky!”