Hired servent.

[WakkaWo]

Hired servant.

I'm hired to be a rich woman's servant after you pay my way to America. I'm young, and not terribly bright. But I'm big and strong, and well-endowed. I'm very good at manual labor, but you have other ideas for me. My father told me to do whatever you told me to before I left, since he wanted me to go to America so badly.

Anyone who wants to, just jump in.

 

[showdolly]

Absolutely!

(OC: I see you're a newbie, too. Not sure if "the locals" just aren't out yet, or maybe my posts have been too long? Glad to have the op to get into something with someone.... Maybe others will play nice elsewhere once they see. )

Name: Adolla Masseur
5'7"
140 pounds
large-breasted and small-waisted, great figure
long, straight, dark brown hair and deep brown eyes
needs a tan - the rich don't work in the sun

Back: An "old maid" by chance, not choice, Adolla - who really prefers Doll or Dolla/Dolly - reluctantly accepted the resignation of her long-time housekeeper Joan. Joan was very pregnant, happily married and already had three kids. Adolla had hoped she'd simply take leave and return in a few months, after the baby was born, but Joan had her heart set on becoming a homebody and with her husband's recent promotion she really didn't need the job anyway. Dolla hated to think about cleaning this big ole mansion all by her lonesome little self. Okay well maybe not little in a literal sense, but lonely for sure. Only in her mid-thirties, Dolla longed for companionship, and some help around the house.

She accessed the new-fangled computer that Joan had set up for her, and was able to connect herself to the world wide web. Here, she found hundreds upon hundreds of foreigners just begging for a free ride to the states. Many, in return, agreed to do anything thier financers pleased. Dolla perused the ads, and found one to her liking - a young specimen, around 22 years old, who claimed to be good with manual labor. With what she'd save on hiring repairmen, who never stayed long when they came to fix whatever was broken, leaky, or missing, she could certainly pay the way for this young man. Who knows, maybe his promise to do "whatever you told me to do" included more than just housekeeping and groundwork....

Dolla clicked the link, and prepared for her new housemate, housekeeper, repairman, groundskeeper, and hopefully man-servant, to arrive. Surely this was an occasion to break out the bubbly, and buy a new dress and shoes! And maybe a purse and some earrings....

 

[WakkaWo]

I board the ship to America, considering that is a much cheaper way than flying. It takes two nights before I arrive at the docks. I'm wearing a tattered pair of pants, and an old flannel shirt. Not speaking English well, I have no idea what to do. I find a barrel on the docks and take a seat on it.

I look around, soaking up America, all the sights and sounds. I wait.

 

[showdolly]

Arriving back from my little shopping trip, I turn the corner onto the road to my mansion, and notice a young man, obviously ethnic and wearing flannel - in this heat? - sitting on the dock. As I round the block, I recognize him -- this is my new servant!! What is he doing, anyway??

I pull my larger-than-necessary luxury sedan over onto the curb, and, holding my hat on my head with one hand and trying to both hold my hair down in the wind and cup my mouth to throw my voice with the other, I holler at him.

'YOU! YOU, sir! On the dock! Hey! Over here! Come here, boy! Hurry!'

The young man - but obviously ALL man - seems startled, and wondering if it is he I'm speaking to and looks to see if there is anyone else. When he realizes there is not, and that I must be speaking to him, he begins to approach the car.

'Hi there! I'm Ms. Adolla - are you looking for me?' I ask him, already knowing the answer. He nods quickly and repeats, 'Ms. Adolla.'
I ask him flat out, because I need to know, if he speaks and understands English well. He nods and replies with a 'Yes, ma'am, I'm just... just a bit shy I guess, and a bit lost. You're taking me to your home now?'

'Yes - get in the car.'

As he settles in the car, he repeats my motion of buckling the seatbelt.
'Safety first!' I say as we speed the rest of the way up the street. 'Here we go! How is it, tell me, that you say your name correctly?'

 

[WakkaWo]

I sit in the car, I'd been in buses, and small jalopies, but nothing this extravagent. "My name is Vladimir, and I am ready to work, I am very strong, what do you need me to do? Chop wood? Build you something? What is that you would like Master?"

I feel the air coming out of the air conditioner, and am shocked. I am so used to being miserably hot when I ride in vehicles. I look over at my new owner, and am startled how beautiful she is.

 

[showdolly]

'Oh? You chop wood? That will come in handy this winter....' I said, temporarily forgetting that I'd asked his name.

'Vladimir, is it? German? Czech? Where exactly are you from, anyway? Doesn't matter, really - just wondering. And please, please, PLEASE - please don't call me master.' Dolla laughed at the thought. 'I only paid your way here, and plan to provide your room and board in exchange for your, um, services. You're my employee, not my slave, and hopefully soon we will be friends - or more. Please, call me Dolla. Or at least Ms. Dolla, if you insist on formalities.'

'And I think first, we will get you washed up, and head right back to town to get some new clothes! How does that sound?' I asked, already noticing Vladimir's rock-hard chest beneath his flannel shirt. Those tattered pants he wore had holes in all the right places.... And wow, the referral papers hadn't lied -- I could tell even through his pants that yes, he was well-endowed. 'That'll work,' I say before I realize that I was speaking aloud. I blushed slightly, wondering if he'd connect the phrase to my previous statements or ask what I was talking about.

 

[WakkaWo]

I smile confused. "Okay, I say. Yes, I will do whatever you want Ms. Dolla. My father told me to never question you, and always work hard."

"I would like to get some new clothes though, it is hotter in America than I thought it would be, Ms. Dolla."

 

[showdolly]

I laugh. 'Yes, Vladimir. It's hot here.' I wink at him, knowing that he couldn't have imagined the heat and humidity of the Texas Gulf Coast line before stepping out of that ship.
"We'll get you some nice, cool clothing - somethings which don't cover too much. And I wouldn't mind for you to go without a shirt any time you'd like. I'm not gonna force no uniform or nothin - ain't like that. In fact, I think I may just go ahead and take your measurements and call them in to the local tailor. He can whip up a few simple things this afternoon, and have more niceties available tomorrow. Yes, after your shower I'll get those from you."

Dolla wondered if she really knew how to take tailored measurements. Can't wait to measure that inseam, see if anything... pops up. She could tell that Vladimir found her attractive, and would do anything asked. She wondered if he had any cultural qualms about the things she hoped he'd do for her soon.

She looked over at him again - he was gazing out the window. The air conditioner now having cooled him, the sweat on his brow was gone, but the sun still piercing through the window reflected on his chest. They pulled into the drive, and the garage door automatically raised for the car. Dolla hopped out of the car, almost forgetting to press the automatic lock so that Vladimir could also exit.
'Ooops! There ya go. Let's get in here and let you get settled in. Um, I guess you didn't bring any bags? Or are they on their way? No matter - I will have a t-shirt and probably some old shorts around here somewhere. Where did you say you were from?'

Dolla didn't remember if he'd answered before or not. The shorts were her brothers - he tended to always forget some article of clothing or another when he was here. 17 years her junior, her brother and Vladimir were probably about the same age. Dolla pointed towards the bathroom with the shower in it, as she waited for his answer to her question.

(OC: Check your PMs! Wanna ask you somethin....)

 

[WakkaWo]

I get out of the car reluctantly, I'm still amazed by it. "I am from the Ukraine." I say, as we make it into the house I say, "I have heard most Americans have warm water in their bathrooms, is this true?"

I take my flannel shirt off, the Texas humidity is biting at me already. I toss it over my shoulder, and follow your lead into the bathroom. "After my shower" I ask, "What would you like me to do first, Ms. Dolla?"

 

[showdolly]

I laugh at the hot water question. 'Yes, Vladimir, there's hot water. I'll show you so you don't burn yourself I guess.' I chuckle again - I can't help it! It will be fun to show him all the things I take for granted, teach him all I can....

'Soap is here, and here's a clean rag. Here's a towel and you can hang it on that hook there when you're finished. Leave the door unlocked and I'll fetch you a t-shirt and some shorts to put on when you get out. First I'll need to measure you for the tailor so he can get started, and then I'll show you around the rest of the house and the gardens. Yes, the gardens will be a good place to begin showing you what I need you to do. Here....'

I open the shower curtain, being sure to let Vladimir know to close it fully so no water gets on the floor. Hardwood floors don't like water. 'There are two knobs here. This one is hot, and this one is cold. Turn to the right to let out more water, to the left to let out less water. Probably best to get the right temperature balance before pulling this plug here to turn the shower on. And don't forget to close the curtain. Got it?'

I feel almost as if I'm demeaning him, explaining things in such simple ways, but really have no idea how much he knows and is normal for him, and how much is the upscale American lifestyle. I myself have never left the country, and very seldom travelled out of the state. Heck, Texas could be its own country if we wanted to be.

'Now, undress and get that ship-y smell off ya. Leave your clothing here, and I'll replace it with the clean ones in a few minutes. Holler if you need anything....' My voice trailed off as I began to wonder why I'd made that last comment. He wasn't a child, and surely bathed before. I'd explained everything thoroughly - what, exactly, did I think he'd need? Maybe I only hoped he'd need something....

'Go on now. I'll be back when I hear the shower on with the clothes. I can't wait to show you the house and grounds, so hurry!'
I almost ran out the door, slamming it behind me, my heart pumping fast. I had to get out of there before I stripped the man down myself.

STOPIT, I tell myself. Give him a few days anyway. Let him cook and clean and water the damned lawn first. Don't scare him away! I wandered down the hall to retrieve some clothing for him, it suddenly dawning on me that I'd be in the room with him naked with only a plastic, clear curtain between us.

 

[WakkaWo]

I drop my pants, and my 8 inch penis, hangs down as they drop down to my ankles. I move the curtain back and step into the bathtub. I slowly turn the knobs, forgetting which ones she said was cold, and which she said was hot. Through some trial and error I figure it out, and finally get the water to my liking, and pull the plug to send the water through the shower curtain.

I grab the soab and rub it up my arms and chest, and my thighs. I put my head under the shower head, and let the water soak my hair before I put the shampoo in, and scrub it in.

I forget the rag outside of the tub and open up the shower curtain to get it, and water spills on the floor. I look around nervously, and turn the water off, after getting the soap and shampoo off of me. I look around frantically for something to clean the water up. "The one thing she tells you not to do, and you do it Vladimir. Way to go."

 

[showdolly]

Coming back down the hallway, I hear the shower running. I wait a moment, to make sure he's not going to turn the water right back off having mistaken my hot-cold instructions, but it stays on long enough. Catching my breath as I know I may get a glimpse of his naked facade through the mirror behind the counter where I'll set his clean clothes, I quickly open the door so as not to chicken out going inside.

As I open the door, the water shuts off and there stands Vladimir in all his glory - a good 8 inches of manly glory.
'Oh! I'm so sorry! I thought you were in the shower.' Confused now, I have to ask, forgetting that the poor man is standing there naked and probably embarrassed as all hell. 'Are you finished already?' I ask, and then notice the water puddle on the floor, and the dry rag on the counter.

I have to laugh out loud, realizing what has happened. My pause outside to make sure he was in comfortably was not a long enough pause. He must have forgotten the rag, opened the curtain without thinking and gotten the floor wet, then turned off the water to keep from making a larger puddle.

Noticing his confused look, I explain my laughter. 'Vladimir, Vladimir! I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh.... Vladimir!' I have to take a moment to catch my breath behind my laughter. 'Vladimir, it's okay. Here, take your old clothes - I was going to throw them out anyway - and wipe up the mess. Here....' I bend over and begin wiping the mess to show him how to dry it. 'It's really not that big of a deal as long as it's dried right away, and the floors do have a seal on them,' I admit as I look up.

Only then do I realize and remember that this sexy man is standing above me naked. He's close enough to me that if I stood, my nose would rub his cock as I moved. I blush, not knowing why, and look back down at the puddle mess, now mostly dried. Only then do I realize that the employer is cleaning the employees mess, and he must think me a nutcase.

'Er...' I stammer, not quite sure what move to make next. I turn, still bent down, before standing so as to avoid inappropriate - momentarily, anyway - contact. 'I'm sure you can handle it from here, yes?' I stammer again, handing him the rag.

 

[WakkaWo]

I instinctively cover my dick with my hand, and then realize that I can't clean with my hands covering myself, and grab my old shambles of clothes and soak up the mess.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Dolla. You're not going to fire me, and send me back are you?" I ask, with my cheeks blushing.

I keep scrubbing, "I don't deserve your nice clothes, I should be forced to wear these." And I hold up the soaked clothes that I wore on the boat. I stand up, and see you kneeling down, and see down your shirt, and my dick hardens, stiffening to it's full size.

My cheeks burn even more red than before, I try to cover it, but it's useless. "I'm so sorry Ms. Dolla."

 

[showdolly]

Only upon handing him the rag, and his awkward apology, do I finally allow myself to notice his erection. Barely able to keep from grinning, I comfort his fears of being sent home. Not home, back. His home is here now, I remind myself to tell him that.

'Oh, Vladimir!' Here comes that grin I was suppressing. 'Vladimir, no. No I'm not going to fire you and send you back. It's perfectly expected that, especially in the beginning, you will forget things or be unsure of how to operate things. What's important is that it gets cleaned up promptly so as not to cause permanent damage. No, I very much want you here.'

I glance down at his hard dick, which seems to not lost any of its firmness during my comforting rant. Looking back up to his eyes, then back again to his dick, then back to his eyes, I realize that part of the apology was for the hard-on. I'm moved almost to tears, realizing how scared he must be - wondering if i'll send him home for spilling water! How scared he must be to know I've realized his obvious attraction for me. But is it me, or just the whole situation? I wondered....

'Vladimir, if it's this you're apologizing for,' as I move closer and place his cock gently between my fingertips but gazing directly into his eyes, 'don't apologize. I've been waiting for that. What made it happen?'

My eyes begin to gleam, wondering if he'll tell me something wonderful about me, the truth as to why he became aroused - and a hint as to whether he'll stay that way - or if he'll claim a reaction to the warm shower water or something irrelevent.

 

[WakkaWo]

I stammer, when her warm fingertips touch my throbbing cock. "I..I...you are very pretty...I've never done anything, the girls in the Ukraine did not like me very much."

My dick becomes harder than ever had before the moment she touches it. I can see it slowly pulsing up and down, fighting to get bigger, even though it can't. I know my father would dissapprove, but I can't pull away, even that slight touch feels so good.

OOC: I can only stay on for about 15 more minutes, so after this next exchange, we'll have to continue tomorrow. Sorry, work in the morning!

 

[showdolly]

'I'm pretty?' I repeat, truly flattered that he thinks so, and glad he didn't blame it on the water. 'You really think so?' I ask as I again glance downward, and begin to gently pull my fingers up and then down again on his rock-hard cock. Suddenly it hits me, the rest of what he has said.

'Never? Never anything, Vladimir? What about by yourself? Do you spank it by yourself, Vladimir? There's no shame in that....' I comfort him, sensing his insecurities.

He doesn't answer, only looks away from me.

'Vladimir. I will teach you many things - which knob is hot and which is cold is only the start. Would you like...' I hesitate momentarily, antsy for his answer. 'Would you like me to teach you these things, too?' I let my fingers slide down to his sack and gently squeeze them toward me as I ask, making sure he knows which things are "these things" that I ask.

OC: Bummer!!! But, understood. Late here too. Don't forget me!

 

[WakkaWo]

OOC: I won't. I'll be back on probably tomorrow afternoon. If not then, for sure this time tomorrow night.

 

[showdolly]

OC: k! i'll be here.... have a great night!

 

[WakkaWo]

I look down at my cock, with her hands on it. I stammer, "Spank it? Do you mean..." And I motion the jerking off motion in the air. "I've done that of course, many, many times. But I've never had another girl do it before, no." I look down.

Despite my naivety I catch her obvious hint, and say, "Yes, I think I would like you to teach me more things, besides the hot and cold water knobs, Ms. Dolla."

 

[showdolly]

'Well, then, we will start there,' I grin, elated that he's willing. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to force him, but I was expecting it to be a few days. But, the opportunity presented itself....

I wrap my fingers around his hard cock, and confidently run my hand up and down the length of his shaft. I run my other hand along his muscular chest, imagining how it will feel once he is comfortable enough to hold me with those strong arms.

I look up, meaning to catch his eyes, but they are closed, his head back. I wonder if he is stifling a moan....
'Vladimir? Vladimir babe, it's okay to like it - let me know you like it, okay? This will burn soon if we don't get some sort of lubrication on your hot dick.... Would you like me to help you in the shower and continue our little lesson there?'
It's not really a question, as I continue stroking his manhood and begin to unbutton my own blouse. This bra is beginning to pinch.... And I've got a sweet warmth that is dying to get out of these stupid pantyhose as well.

 

[WakkaWo]

I nod, and and pull back the shower curtain and step back into the bathtub. My eyes widen when i see you take your blouse off. I start the water like I did before, and try to pull you into the shower. My dick still throbbing.

 

[showdolly]

WOOHOO! Welcome back!

I giggle as I feel you pulling my arm, wanting me to join you, already having turned the water back on.
'Just a second!' I plead almost, working hard to get those hose off my legs. 'These pantyhose are not cooperating! Would you like to remove my panties yourself?'

I glance up at you teasingly, wondering if my humble servant, who wanted to call me "master" before, is brave enough yet to remove "master's" undies....

 

[WakkaWo]

"I...I...I..." I say. I get back out of the shower, and get down on my knees. I slide my thumb under the elastic of her panties, and pull down on them. But they come down unevenly and I have trouble. I stop. "I'm sorry, Ms. Dolla. I do not know what I am doing."

I look down ashamed. "I wouldn't blame you any, if you don't want to do this anymore."

 

[showdolly]

I smile, pleased. He's trying, shy a bit still. I'll have to let him in on my secret soon....

'Vladimir,' I say as sweetly as I can. 'You're doing fine. Here, let me help you....' I place my hand on his, and pull his other hand up to my panties as well. I guide his fingers to the most efficient positions, and hold his muscular forearms as I guide him to pull my panties down to my ankles.

Him kneeled before me, I almost sit on his face. No, that would be too much for him now. I will tease him, make him want to be with me now instead. I take my feet out of the pantyholes, one at a time. The first foot I place on the floor, the second on Vladimir's knee, giving him full view of my well-groomed - but not shaven - pussy.

'There now, you see? That wasn't so difficult after all.' I pull him into the shower, close the curtain and turn from him as I bend over to pull the shower button.

 

[WakkaWo]

I stammer, and throw the shower curtain open and hop inside, very excited. I close the curtain as I get inside and say, "I'm afraid I don't know what to do next. My penis is starting to hurt." I look down at it throbbing, and notice a clear liquid coming out of it. Not knowing this is precum, I'm a bit shocked. But don't say anything.

"So what do I do now Ms. Dolla?