Having to fuck the landlord because she couldn't afford her rent sucked. Amanda firmly decided that she'll try harder now and this time find a decent job to pay her bills. She's been jobhunting for a while now, but being an airhead, she usually failed interviews even when she got them. She had one scheduled today and she vowed not to blow it.
Amanda diligently made sure her clothes looked spotless, perfectly ironed, and professional enough for the position she was trying for. She put on a knee-long skirt, dark, thin stockings and a black garter belt to hold them up. She also changed into a fresh pair of panties, but realized that she had no clean bra to wear, so she just put the thin white blouse right over her full, pendulous naked tits. Looking at herself in the mirror, Amanda was a little concerned that her nipples poked playfully against the fabric and every move made her breasts sway arousingly. But it would have to do, since she was almost late already.
The interview was to take place in a big, private luxury home, since Amanda was applying to work as a maid. The house was in suburbia and Amanda had to walk under the hot sun for a good twenty minutes from the bus stop. This made her break a little sweat and when she finally arrived her little white blouse was clinging to her big, braless tits pretty tightly, leaving little to imagination.
"Mr. Richards? Hi, I'm Amanda. I'm here for the interview." Amanda greeted the man, who answered the door. He was middle-aged, brown-haired and well-built, wearing a pair of jeans, a checkered shirt and house slippers.
He invited her in to his small, but nestle home office, and offered her a soft chair as he sat behind a table. He told her about her work hours and duties - all the usual cleaning and whatnot, and also about her compensation, which was surprisingly large. Next he explained why it was so large.
"You see, Amanda, I have a medical condition that needs care and I will be expecting my maid to help me with it as well." Mr. Richards has figured out by then that Amanda wasn't very bright and he was hoping she'd buy it. "I get erections on a daily basis, like many men, but because of my condition it is very harmful to leave them unfulfilled. If I abstain too much, my heart may stop beating, the doctor said. I will understand if you don't feel up to the task, however, I can't hire someone who doesn't meet all the challenges of this position."
Amanda thought about it as hard as she could, which wasn't very hard. She promised to herself that she'd get this job before and it's not like this man was some kind of a perv, she thought, he was just in need of special care.
"No, no, Mr. Richards," she quickly assured him. "I can do it. It wouldn't be right to make you suffer from your condition. This doesn't make me a slut or anything, right?"
Mr. Richards smiled. He couldn't believe she bought it. How gullible could a person be?!
"Of course not," he assured her. "You're a great girl, Amanda, and I'm sure you'll do a good job." He smiled and stood up to shake her hand, and as he did Amanda noticed his jeans were bulging at the crotch. "Congratulations, Amanda, you're hired. Now, why don't you get started on this," he glanced down at his bulge. "It is already rather painful, and that's unhealthy."
"OK, Mr. Richards," Amanda beamed, happy that she finally had a job. She opened the fly of his jeans and Mr. Richards' big, thick cock sprang free. Its size worried Amanda. He was bigger than any man she saw before, like a well-hung pornstar. But she wanted to keep this job and she knew somebody had to do it or the poor man might die, so the hot young blonde bravely wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and rubbed her new boss' cock. |