LANCE'S POV
Though my father was a multi-millionaire, we lived a simple life. Our house was simple but luxurious.
Upstairs, it had 3 rooms; a master bedroom for my parents, my room and my sister's room. The kitchen was downstairs and it was a woman's paradise spacious and well-equipped thanks to my mom. The living room was also well furnished. It had two sofas and an armchair. A 72 inch TV with an ultra-cool surround sound system. We also had a bar but I got rid of all the alcohols and replaced them with some fine wine. I later added some red wine to it but I never planned to drink any.
The problem I had was that I couldn't keep up with the chores anymore. I don't have problems cooking but cleaning was the issue.
We had a maid by the name of Charity but, she was accepted into the University of Manchester and had to leave for England. The 5 million naira that was given to her thanks to my father's will may not have been enough to cater for her needs, so Uncle Freddy decided to sponsor her. And that's how I lost my maid.
On the 15th of August (we are still 2015), I had just finished cleaning the entire house, and was about making breakfast when I thought I heard the doorbell. I wasn't expecting anyone so I thought I imagined it. I heard it again followed by knocking.
Putting off the stove, I went to answer the door.
"I'm coming!!" I said.
When I opened the door I was taken aback by what I saw. A pretty short-haired, hour glassed shaped girl was standing there. She was 2 inches taller than me and I'm pretty tall for my age; I'm a good 5"4by the way. She had soft looking lips, light skinned and eyes that seemed innocent but had a guilty aura. The words 'I'm not a good girl' came into my mind and I smiled at the thought.
"Excuse me, sir, are you Lance Frost?" she asked.
"Yes, I am." I answered then asked, "Am I in trouble?"
"No, not all. It's just..." she started rummaging in her bag, brought out an envelope and handed it over to me, "Mr. Freddy Richman said I should give this to you"
"Um, ok thanks." I collected the envelope and gestured inside "Wanna come in?"
She nodded and came inside I closed the door behind her. I gestured for her to sit on one of the sofas while I sat in the armchair.
I opened the letter and it read;
Dear Lance,
I understand that it might be tough taking care of the house by yourself with Charity gone, so I hired this girl to be your maid.
Her name is Gina George and she's 17 years old. She's an orphan and used to work for one of her aunts until she ran away from home. I found her and took her in. She's been a good girl to me and my family and I thought she could make the house lively for you.
Please take good care of her.
Yours sincerely,
Freddy Richman.
After reading the letter I looked at her as she was examining her surroundings. 'A good girl eh?' I thought to myself.
"Is it ok if I call you GG?" I asked.
"There's no problem at all" she replied "Do I have the job?"
"Not yet. What do you do?"
"I can wash, clean, cook and run errands for you sir"
"I didn't ask what you can do, I asked what you do. Like your hobbies and stuff"
"I love reading romance novels, Nora Roberts is one of my favs, then there's cooking. That's just about it"
"Ok when can you start?"
"I can start now if you want sir"
"I've already done all the chores, I just finished making breakfast. Want some?"
"No thank you, sir, I wouldn't want to be a bother"
"Well it'll bother me if you don't eat with me"
"Ok. Thank you, sir"
"And please it's Lance. I don't feel comfortable with you calling me sir."
"Ok, sir... I mean Lance"
"I was hoping you would like to live here if you don't mind?"
"I don't mind at all if you're okay with it that is"
"Sure. After breakfast, we'll get your things from uncle Freddy's"
And we did. She moved in that day and has been so helpful since then but after some days, my suspicions were confirmed.
GINA'S POV:
It's been 10 days since I started working for Lance and it has been a wonderful experience. He handles the cooking while I do the laundry and cleaning which he still helps out with. He's very fun to talk to as he is a good listener. He goes out often and it's somehow lonely without him. I think I've started to become too attached but it's nothing serious.
He went shopping today to get some school supplies. I would've gone with him but I had to do the laundry.
While gathering the clothes to wash, I went into his room to see if there was anything I was to wash. After gathering his clothes, I saw his boxer shorts by the side of his bed. 'It's the ones he wore yesterday' I said to myself.
I examined the crotch area only to find it somewhat sticky. I turned the shorts inside out and found cum stains on it.
'Well, someone's a healthy growing boy'
Using my index finger, I touched the cum and tasted it. It had a strong salty sweet taste. I held the shorts up to my nose and inhaled deeply. God, I was going crazy. My pussy was already becoming dewy with heat. I continued inhaling deeply and toppled onto his bed. For someone who is just 15, he had a kind of manly smell. I started licking off the cum until it was all gone and replaced with my saliva but the scent remained in my senses. I couldn't hold it anymore, my pussy was demanding serious attention. While holding the shorts with my left hand, I let the right one slip between my inner thighs. Using my thumb, I pressed my clit and started moving it around. I let two fingers into my pussy and started fingering myself. My body can be attention whore most times. My breasts with now hard and erect nipples also demanded my attention. Not wanting to stop inhaling the scent, I covered my nose with it. I took off my shirt I hadn't taken a bath yet so I was not wearing a bra. I started playing with my breasts while fingering myself. I imagined it was Lance touching me, punishing me for being a naughty girl while I desperately begged him to let me cum.
"Please let me cum... let me cum... let me cum... Ahh!!!!" I screamed out in ecstasy as I came hard and violently. I couldn't stop shaking, but I had to get up only to discover that I came all on his bed.
"Oh shit! He's going to be back soon!" I cleaned up as best as I could and took the dirty laundry and his shorts out of the room to wash.
About 20 minutes later, Lance came back home with 2 new school bags and some other school stuff. He tossed one of the bags to me and said "You're going to school too"
"Thank you," I said, "How was it?"
"It was great. There are lots of discounts today. Here, take this" He handed me a pack of sanitary pads, "Watch yourself"
"Um... Thanks but you didn't have to." I said while taking it already red with embarrassment "How did you know I use Virony?"
"It's a secret"
"Thank you, sir"
"It's Lance. Anyway, I kept some dirty laundry in my room did you see them?"
"Yes I did"
"I forgot to add my shorts from last night though, it was a little stained if you know what I mean"
My face began to feel hot 'Did he have to mention stained?' "Yes I saw it. I've taken care of it"
"Thanks, you're an angel," he said then headed to his room.
'He's so strange' I said to myself.
LANCE'S POV:
I looked at my bed and smiled.
The truth is, I wasn't coming back now. I had come back much earlier and enjoyed the show. I left as she was about to cum, walked around the street and came back 20 minutes later.
I think I need to install some cameras in my room. I mean her tits were bigger than Vivian's but not too bigger. Let's call it a handful of love.
I think it's time for us to have a master-servant relationship.