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I was in a pretty pickle, though I guess it's one a lot of guys wouldn't mind being in. Until a few weeks, before this began, I'd been a carefree, though overworked manager at a Dot-com start up. I had a salary I didn't have time to spend and girlfriend wannabes falling all over me. My downfall, if that's what it was, began after I bought a large suburban house only to realize I didn't have time to take care of it. The solution was obvious: hire a housekeeper; I had the money.
I was so taken by Maria’s long black hair, the big boobs and shapely brown legs displayed so prettily by her miniskirt, I didn't even ask if she could cook. (She could!) She could also wear the shortest skirts and most transparent blouses that showed off her delectable ass and mouthwatering titties and before I knew it, my housekeeper was in my bed every night, fucking my brains out. I did not understand how, but suddenly, my life revolved around Maria.
Today, however, for the first time since Maria had come to work for me (ha!), I was on my own. After a really hot night making me eat her for hours until I was insanely horny and then wheedling me while riding me slowly toward orgasm, Maria got me to pay her ticket back to Central America where her little sister was having another baby. Coming out of the supermarket with coffee, beer, chips, and bean dip (the four essential food groups, right?), I heard a horn.
"David," a feminine voice called out. "David Jackson!" Still carrying my shopping bag, I walked over to a familiar looking car. "Hi. Have a minute to talk?" The voice belonged to Dawn, a high-powered doctor who lived in the neighborhood with her latest boyfriend. I set my bag in her back seat and slid in, but not before she made a quick inspection of the bag's contents.
"I see you're eating right while Maria is away," she teased.
I could hardly complain. In her mid thirties, Dawn was several years older than I, but easy to look at: tall and generously proportioned with long red hair, more "striking "than Meg Ryan "pretty," a Goth chick if she had ever been into that sort of thing. She was dressed pretty hot for a trip to buy groceries: large gold earrings, bangles, and a short green skirt with high-heel sandals that showed sexy feet with painted red toes. We had been making small talk for a few minutes, me growing more uncomfortable being so close to this attractive older woman who seemed to be almost flirting with me, when she hit me from out of the blue. "So how long has she had you screwing her?"
"What?"
"You know what 'what,'" she sneered. "That hot little Latina that's moved in with you, she's obviously keeping you screwed silly."
"Maria is just my housekeeper." I replied, trying to sound offended.
Dawn grinned. "Don't give me that. It's been over three weeks. She’s got to have you in her bed every night by now."
Embarrassed that my secret was out, I nodded. "How did you know? Did she brag?" I asked, annoyed at the thought.
"She doesn't need to. Those cunny-skirts she wears when she goes out shopping don't look like the uniform of a domestic employee. And one afternoon last week I went down for something and found her in nothing but heels and a housecoat. But under it, I could see she had on nothing but panties and high-top stockings. The little vixen looked ready to pounce as soon as you arrived."
"I had no idea she was so brazen." My face burned with shame.
"Oh, it's written all over you, too," Dawn smirked. "I haven't seen you bringing home any of those babes you used to and when you leave the house in the morning, you have a dopey smile that practically blinks, 'Just fucked' on and off."
"It's that obvious?"
Dawn chuckled, "Patently, and it was no surprise to any woman in the neighborhood that a woman with a body like Maria's didn't take a job cooking and cleaning house for a handsome, single yuppie, just for the money. Let me guess, the first time was after she got you to watch 'Pearls Before Wine?'" [1]
"How did you know THAT?" I asked, amazed.
"Since the video came out, all the women of the neighborhood are using to get their way with their husbands or boyfriends. Suzie Sparks used it on both her husband AND her boyfriend," Dawn giggled. "Watching the Emperor succumb to that beautiful black woman again, and again, and again really revs the guys up."
"Doesn't it! I was on my knees with my tongue in her pussy before it finished," I admitted. "And I'd never gone down on a woman."
"Yeah, and then?" Dawn leered.
"Well, she took me to bed and fucked me silly that night, I guess. I hardly remember the details."
"I'm not surprised. When men watch it they go into a kind of trance. Their brains turn into a lust-soaked mush and they become very 'manageable.'" I shivered a bit at the way she grinned when she said it. "Of course, I could never get Ken to watch a "girlie" movie like that, but Margie Kirk told me that her husband who before would NEVER go down on her; now wakes her up every morning with fresh-squeezed orange juice by her bed and his head between her legs, searching her jungle for the secret temple where he now loves to worship. And you know the McKinnons, the older couple whose youngest just left for college? Sarah told me that after Ralph watched it with her, she got him to make her pregnant again. She says seeing her with a belly again makes him fuck her so good, she may start a whole 'second crop.' I think we're going to be seeing a lot of maternity clothes around her pretty soon."
"You always use a condom with Maria?" she grinned.
