Latina Maid with Benefits

I am a 52-year-old single man with a very active sex drive. I usually hook up with women on dating websites. There are lots of desperate women but sex with middle-aged women was less than satisfying.

I was married for a couple of years about 20 years ago, but I have been single for most of my life with no children (although there have been some close calls). I have been prudently saving for my retirement but my fortunes changed when one of my uncles passed away recently. He left me one of his homes – he owned several rental properties – and some money. It was like winning the lottery. When I combined that with my own savings, I suddenly realized that I could comfortably retire immediately.

I lived in Salt Lake City, and I decided that I wanted to escape the cold winters. I purchased a one-bedroom condo in Mexico so I could enjoy the tropical weather. The town was located on the Pacific Ocean. I decided I would live half of the year in Mexico and the other half in Salt Lake City.

It was a moderately large town but tourists didn’t visit the area so mostly locals lived there. The surrounding community was very poor and most of the locals struggled to find jobs and the ones who did earned very little.

Within a week of arriving to Mexico, I posted an ad for a maid to clean my condo once every two weeks. After interviewing several applicants, I chose Martha. She was 20 years old. She wasn’t beautiful but she was pleasant looking. She was petite – under 5 feet tall and about 90 pounds. Her body was curvy but thin although not skinny. She had a round face and medium brown skin. She spoke limited English but enough so I could understand her.

I only paid her a few dollars each time she came to my condo. I sometimes felt guilty but it was the going rate. It was a matter of supply and demand. I paid her very little but I could easily find 20 replacements in a snap of a finger.

She worked diligently and she was friendly so we got along well. As the weeks passed, I learned that she was a single mother with a 15-month-old daughter. She had lived with her boyfriend (the father of her daughter) but a few months ago she left him when her boyfriend got another woman pregnant.

Now she and her daughter lived with her mother and her younger sister and brother. Their family barely managed to support themselves on the money that Martha and her mother earned.

On this day, Martha arrived for work but I could see that she was upset. I asked her, “What is wrong?”

Martha (in broken English): “Mama recently lost job. We need more money for apartment.”

Me: “I am sorry about your problem. Can I help you?

Martha: “I want to work more, por favor.”

Me: “OK, instead of returning in two weeks, return next week. I will find extra work for you.”

Martha thanked me over and over again for helping her. She finished her work that day enthusiastically.

A week later, Martha returned to my condo. I told that I didn’t need my condo cleaned but there were different things she could do for me. I then directed her to wash and iron my clothes, water my plants, and lots of other tasks around my condo. Next, I sent her to the store to buy me food. When she returned, I was just getting out of the shower. I was only wrapped in a towel.

Martha: “What do you like now me to do?”

Me: “I could not sleep last night because my muscles hurt. I need you to help me relax. Please give me a massage.”

Martha looked at me a little puzzled. I directed her to follow me into the bedroom. She paused a moment before following my lead.

I then laid face-down on my bed. I pointed to my back and ask her to begin her massage there. Martha slowly approached me. She sat on the bed next to me and then nervously began an amateurish massage. This went on for a few minutes and I didn’t mind her lack of experience. I was really beginning to get into it. I could slowly feel the blood flowing into my penis.

I proceeded to roll over. I wanted to be able to see Martha’s hands on my body. I could see Martha glance at my semi-erect penis which was clearly evident. She was now focusing her attention on massaging my arms and shoulders in an attempt to avoid my penis area.

As she continued her massage, I mumbled repeatedly, “Lower … lower … lower …”

Now her hands were massaging my body just above the towel – only an inch away from my penis. I could feel her hands as they trembled. I then took a hold of both her hands with my hands. Martha gave me a startled look.

I told her, “Relajar, relajar [relax, relax].”

I could see the look of panic in her eyes as I slowly and gently lowered her hands under my towel.

As her hands touched my fully erect penis, a few drops of pre-cum rubbed onto her hands. She immediately froze for a second but then she jerked her hands away. She didn’t utter a single word as she ran for the front door. She grabbed her things before slamming the door behind her.

I sat up in bed and I thought to myself, “Well, that didn’t go according to plan.”

I removed my towel and put on my robe. I went to the next room to get a beer and I watched some television in the living room. After 30 minutes, I was interrupted by a knock at my door.

I opened the door and Martha was standing in front of me. She didn’t say word and showed no emotion. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I stood at the foot of the bed, facing Martha. She opened my robe and let it drop to the floor. Now I was completely naked. Martha then took a pillow and knelt in front of me. She had still not spoken a word since her return and I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to risk offending her.

I could feel my penis starting to swell. Martha slowly inserted only the tip into her mouth. She used her tongue to swirl around my penis. My penis had now reached its full 7 inches. Martha removed my penis from her mouth and sticky pre-cum dripped from the tip.

She rubbed the pre-cum onto the palm of her hand and then began to use the lubrication to stroke my entire penis. At the same time, she moved her face under my balls and swallowed them one at a time.

After enjoying her technique for several minutes, I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally. I placed both hands on the sides of her head and adjusted her position. She knew what was coming next as she stopped stroking with her hand. She opened her mouth as I thrust my penis inside. She was tentative – only allowing half of my penis to enter.

While I was enjoying the soft and wet insides of her mouth, she used her right hand to massage my prostate. Her technique was awesome. Apparently, her previous boyfriend had taught her the finer art of cocksucking.

As I began to feel the excitement increase, I knew I was getting close to shooting my load. So I firmly grabbed her head and thrust the full length of my penis into her mouth. This made her gag immediately and she pressed her hands against my hips to try to push me away. But I would not be denied. I continued to force her to deepthroat me … faster and faster.

I could feel my load raging in my balls. I then pushed my penis down her throat and held it there, while I shot a powerful load into her mouth. This forced her to swallow the first stream. I could see that the taste of my sperm disgusted her. She pulled away with all of her might. The next shot of cum landed on her hair and then the next on her blouse.

The power of my orgasm made my knees buckle and I whispered into Martha’s ear, “Gracias.” I stepped back and laid down on my bed.

I had made a mess of Martha. There was cum dripping out of her mouth, cum was tangled in her hair and cum drops were sprayed on the front her dark blouse.

Martha: “I clean me before I go home.”

She removed her blouse and washed it in the bathroom sink that was connected to my bedroom. After cleaning and rinsing it, she went to the next room and put into the dryer. Then she returned to my bedroom and went to my bathroom to take a shower. After finishing her shower, she walked pass me with a towel wrapped around her body. I could hear her walk to the dryer and remove her blouse. She then walked back to my bedroom. She pulled out the ironing board and neatly ironed her blouse and after she was done, she went to the bathroom to gather her remaining clothes and placed everything on the ironing board. We remained silent as all of this took place.

Next she removed her towel but before she put on her clothes, I spoke one word to her, “Otra vez [again].”

Martha stood there naked in front of me and I could see her mind was racing as she contemplated her options. She slowly walked to the middle of my bedroom and kneeled down onto the floor. I rose out of my bed and I walked to her. My cock was inches from her face as she looked up at me. She reached out with her hand but I didn’t allow her to grasp my penis. Instead, I grabbed her hand and pulled her up so she was standing and led her to my bed. I laid down on my back with my penis standing straight up. I motioned her to climb on top of me.

She promptly complied with my direction. She was upright on her knees while straddling me. She was facing me, and she held my penis in her hand to position it into her pussy. Slowly she lowered her body onto my penis. Her face initially showed some discomfort because of the friction of dry skin-to-skin contact. Within a few moments, my pre-cum and her pussy juices began to produce lubrication. The stroking of her pussy increased in pace and she rode me cowgirl style. I looked into her eyes and saw a look of fear appear in her face.

Me: “Martha don’t worry. If you become pregnant, I promise to marry you.”

And I would keep my promise. Only I had a vasectomy many years ago, so there was little chance of that happening.

I lost track of time and I enjoyed the pleasure of her piston-rhythm. I could see that she was getting tired. So I decided to help her by placing both of her hands on my chest to support her weight as she continued. Now her faced has positioned above my face.
I then noticed that drops of water were falling on my cheek. At first I assumed that it was her perspiration but as I looked up at her face, I noticed tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

This left me confused. In my mind, I asked myself, “What should I do next?” Many different thoughts entered my mind.

Finally, I whispered to Martha, “Stop” which she promptly did. I could hear her breathing heavily as she rested with my penis still inserted in her pussy. Her chest was heaving and she was totally exhausted. I smiled at her.

After a few moments, I sat up carefully and held her body to keep her impaled. I could easily maneuver her tiny body while she was attached to my penis. I stood up and lifted her with me as I walked to the middle of the room while her feet dangled in the air. It was my turn to do the work. I lifted her up until my penis almost exited her pussy and then left go so the full weight of her body dropped on my penis. She grunted in response.

I continued to drop her over and over again. Suddenly, I could feel her pussy muscles clench around my penis and then her body began to shake uncontrollably. She just had a massive orgasm. Her expression showed total astonishment and if I was reading her face correctly, I think I helped her to experience her first orgasm.

I felt a powerful surge of excitement raced through my body as I witnessed my accomplishment. Martha’s orgasm now produced a stream of pussy juices down my penis. I couldn’t control myself and I thrust with even greater intensity. Each time I dropped her body, I drove every millimeter of my penis into her warm pussy. To add effect, I changed the angles and rotated her body like a cap on a bottle.

As I continued, my penis was experiencing total pleasure and I knew I was moments from climaxing. So I plunged into her pussy one last time pushing into her as far as I could. I tightly gripped Martha’s body so she could not escape as I shot every drop of cum into her pussy.

I then carried her body onto my bed and I laid next to her. Martha looked completely exhausted as I hugged her. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of total pleasure because I had just experienced the most enjoyable sexual encounter during my past 52 years.

Without saying a word, Martha got out of bed and took another shower. This time I let her put on her clothes. Before leaving, I handed her a few dollars, her usual payment. I gave her a kiss as she left my condo.

I was looking forward to her return for our weekly maid/sex service. I thought to myself, “I have just won the lottery.”

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