Straight Male / 52
Using The Work Visitor
I recently moved to a tropical island, and also signed up with a site which allows travelers to stay at a house in exchange for doing some modest work for the owner. The yard needed a lot of clearing and weeding, so this sounded like a good deal for the extra bedroom. I had been warned by someone else who had used this service that the quality of workers you can get is quite variable, and I soon confirmed this for myself.
The first visitor, Jay, was a hard worker who stayed three weeks and did a lot of tree cutting and trimming, so that was a great start. Then a week after he left I got a last-minute request from Ellie, an 18-year old Asian-American girl from Texas who had been using this service to stay at another local property, but had to leave it soon as it had suddenly been sold and everyone was moving out. She called several times one evening, apparently desperate to get ahold of me, so I was worried she was in trouble. I went to pick her up the next morning, and asked the house owner if she was a good worker--the lady hesitated and said Ellie "was learning," which I took to mean no. Well, I didn't need anyone very specialized so I figured that could still work, just someone who could move stuff from A to B and pull a few weeds, not that hard.
I drove to the back where Ellie was staying in a guest house, and she soon came down with the first of several loads of luggage. She was shockingly pale for the climate, and dressed in the skimpiest clothing, and braless so her nipples stuck straight through her shirt. Her huge black eyelash extensions looked better for work modeling or in an upscale office than working on a tropical farm. She bent over several times to load the bags she could barely lift so I got a good peak at her modest tits and her narrow butt. This was all very tempting, but I was hoping she could get some work done too. On the drive back to my house I soon learned she had a pretty limited vocabulary, responding to almost every piece of information I shared with "yeah, for sure," and every even slight assistance I gave her with anything with "thank you SO very much."
She also seemed to be not very thoughtful about planning. I told her I could only commit to hosting her a few days, more only if things worked out, and she had no specific plans for returning home or what she would do if and when her trial time was over. She then asked if I needed another worker, and mentioned a male friend she had met at the farm who was now working somewhere else nearby. I told her I could use more workers, but pointed out that I just had the one spare bed, large enough for two but only if they could sleep together--so was this a boyfriend, I asked? She said no, but when I pressed her on whether that was a good idea she said it could be ok, and was terribly vague about how well she knew this person or how she would cope with the awkwardness of sharing a bed with a young man.
This did not bode well. And I soon learned that she was extremely slow at doing almost anything, taking 30 minutes to load a cart half-full with yard waste which Jay had been able to overload and haul every 10 minutes. It wasn't just that she was smaller and less strong; she simply took forever to move anything, make minor decisions, or to start and stop work as she adjusted her earbuds or scratch an itch. As I was trying to coordinate my efforts with hers, I soon found myself doing more than half the work myself. Before finishing her allotment for the first day she seemed to be stuck into an interminable itching cycle due to insect stings, and I told her to take a break. Frankly, she was delicious eye-candy to work with, but otherwise was fairly useless to me, and I only modestly hid my frustration.
Two days later I got another hosting request from a young married couple who had done this kind of work before, and was happy to accept, giving them the guest room when they arrived the next day. When I announced this to Ellie she asked if there was any way she could stay, and I pointed out that there were only two beds: the guest room and mine. She paused and looked down, saying she didn't have anyplace to go and asked again if there was any way she could stay a little longer.
I told her I needed to think about this, and did. After a few minutes I said that if she was comfortable sleeping with the friend she had met earlier, maybe she'd be equally comfortable sleeping with me. But then I was blunt about what that might entail; did she realize that many people sleep naked in the warm climate, and guys could get sexually excited with a young woman in their bed? She replied vaguely that people do what they have to do, "it's ok," and of course the "yeah, for sure." I said if she was ok with all that she could share my bed, which got the inevitable reply which I also got for serving her oatmeal for breakfast that morning: "thank you SO very much."
I then pointed out that she wasn't very good at the yardwork I was needing and asked if she could rub my back and arms a bit, which were sore from the harder work I was doing. She readily complied, but I learned she wasn't very good at this either, though not completely useless. After about 20 minutes of modest rubbing I told her it was time for bed and we split up.
The next day Ellie moved her stuff upstairs, and I vaguely explained to the arriving couple that I had extra space up there, which they didn't question further; the couple put in a satisfactory day's work while Ellie puttered around with some weeds. Ellie spent most of the evening on my bed staring at her computer, and after reading a bit downstairs I came up to shower. I was determined not to change my routine, so once I came out I simply toweled off and walked naked into the bedroom to start preparing for the night. She put her computer away and began her own preparations. When she came back I asked if she could rub me again, and turned on my front so she could press her elbows into my back muscles. After a bit of this I asked for an arm rub and turned over. Turning over exposed my penis, now very rigid from lying next to this wisp of a girl touching me, her nipples jutting out as usual. I explained that I was excited from being next to her and starting stroking myself with my free hand. "Yeah, for sure." Finally I said she could quit as I needed to focus on my erection, so she laid back and got very passive.
I turned around and sat on my knees facing her, pulling a nearby hand towel onto the bed to catch the inevitable cum. I stared at her body just a foot away as I slowly jacked off. I asked her if she had seen a man do this before, she said she had but gave no details. I told her I enjoyed looking at her and wished I could see more of her. To my surprise she then took her top off so I could finally see her full tits; they were small, but the nipples were as prominent as they were under her shirt. I reached out and said I wanted to touch them, and she should tell me if she didn't want that. She didn't, so I was soon fondling her perky breasts while I stroked. I turned again to point my cock directly at her face and asked if she could turn toward me, which she did. I asked if she was ok with this and again she said "do what you have to do." Oh my god this felt so good, I'm sure you can all imagine what a g*ft this felt to me, and a deserved one too as she so totally failed at everything else she had offered. I nudged closer and closer so my purple cockhead was less than an inch from her pale face, while moving my other hand up to her shoulder to balance myself better, and hold her in place. "I want to touch you" I pleaded, and as I was already massaging her breast I trust she knew I meant something else, and hearing no response I edged closer and started to rub my cock against her cheek while I kept stroking. That was it--I soon felt the powerful rush in my pelvis and the pleasure pulse of my hot cum squirting out across her face, jolt after jolt streaking onto her skin. It took me over a minute to finish, then I began to wipe the remaining semen off my dick by rubbing it across the parts of her face I hadn't yet coated, including her chin, and then rubbing it against her closed lips, which kept me hard for several more minutes. Finally I pulled back and said I hoped she didn't mind that. "It's alright" she said as I offered her the towel to clean up.
The next day she woke up looking as relaxed as ever and asked what she should do that day. I told her we should first shower and joined her after she got in, helping to soap her body; she didn't reciprocate, but when I cleaned myself I got another massive erection. I got out first and waited in my chair, she came out naked and I asked her to sit down on the floor with her back to the bed and I rolled over to sit in front of her. I told he she could decline, but I really wanted to know what her mouth felt like. She said "I could do it a little bit..." and with some more coaxing she did. The sight of her lips wrapping around my shaft was incredible, but I quickly confirmed my suspicion that she was as bad at sex as anything else, so I took control and grabbed the back of her head to pull and thrust at my chosen rhythm. She didn't protest and after just a couple minutes of this I began to pulse again and quivered as I dumped my load into her mouth. It all quickly spilled out around and made a mess, but it felt wonderful.
The next night I rubbed her back and pulled her panties down, saying I wanted to fuck her (and that I had a vasectomy). While sitting on top of her legs and thrusting into her young pussy said this was working better for me than her yard work, and she apologized for not knowing how to do things, she was "dumb" about some stuff. I said "so you're young, and a little dumb, and..." and then ejaculated strongly into her without finishing the obvious line.
She moved out two days later, saying she missed her family, and thanked me again "SO very much" when she left.
The first visitor, Jay, was a hard worker who stayed three weeks and did a lot of tree cutting and trimming, so that was a great start. Then a week after he left I got a last-minute request from Ellie, an 18-year old Asian-American girl from Texas who had been using this service to stay at another local property, but had to leave it soon as it had suddenly been sold and everyone was moving out. She called several times one evening, apparently desperate to get ahold of me, so I was worried she was in trouble. I went to pick her up the next morning, and asked the house owner if she was a good worker--the lady hesitated and said Ellie "was learning," which I took to mean no. Well, I didn't need anyone very specialized so I figured that could still work, just someone who could move stuff from A to B and pull a few weeds, not that hard.
I drove to the back where Ellie was staying in a guest house, and she soon came down with the first of several loads of luggage. She was shockingly pale for the climate, and dressed in the skimpiest clothing, and braless so her nipples stuck straight through her shirt. Her huge black eyelash extensions looked better for work modeling or in an upscale office than working on a tropical farm. She bent over several times to load the bags she could barely lift so I got a good peak at her modest tits and her narrow butt. This was all very tempting, but I was hoping she could get some work done too. On the drive back to my house I soon learned she had a pretty limited vocabulary, responding to almost every piece of information I shared with "yeah, for sure," and every even slight assistance I gave her with anything with "thank you SO very much."
She also seemed to be not very thoughtful about planning. I told her I could only commit to hosting her a few days, more only if things worked out, and she had no specific plans for returning home or what she would do if and when her trial time was over. She then asked if I needed another worker, and mentioned a male friend she had met at the farm who was now working somewhere else nearby. I told her I could use more workers, but pointed out that I just had the one spare bed, large enough for two but only if they could sleep together--so was this a boyfriend, I asked? She said no, but when I pressed her on whether that was a good idea she said it could be ok, and was terribly vague about how well she knew this person or how she would cope with the awkwardness of sharing a bed with a young man.
This did not bode well. And I soon learned that she was extremely slow at doing almost anything, taking 30 minutes to load a cart half-full with yard waste which Jay had been able to overload and haul every 10 minutes. It wasn't just that she was smaller and less strong; she simply took forever to move anything, make minor decisions, or to start and stop work as she adjusted her earbuds or scratch an itch. As I was trying to coordinate my efforts with hers, I soon found myself doing more than half the work myself. Before finishing her allotment for the first day she seemed to be stuck into an interminable itching cycle due to insect stings, and I told her to take a break. Frankly, she was delicious eye-candy to work with, but otherwise was fairly useless to me, and I only modestly hid my frustration.
Two days later I got another hosting request from a young married couple who had done this kind of work before, and was happy to accept, giving them the guest room when they arrived the next day. When I announced this to Ellie she asked if there was any way she could stay, and I pointed out that there were only two beds: the guest room and mine. She paused and looked down, saying she didn't have anyplace to go and asked again if there was any way she could stay a little longer.
I told her I needed to think about this, and did. After a few minutes I said that if she was comfortable sleeping with the friend she had met earlier, maybe she'd be equally comfortable sleeping with me. But then I was blunt about what that might entail; did she realize that many people sleep naked in the warm climate, and guys could get sexually excited with a young woman in their bed? She replied vaguely that people do what they have to do, "it's ok," and of course the "yeah, for sure." I said if she was ok with all that she could share my bed, which got the inevitable reply which I also got for serving her oatmeal for breakfast that morning: "thank you SO very much."
I then pointed out that she wasn't very good at the yardwork I was needing and asked if she could rub my back and arms a bit, which were sore from the harder work I was doing. She readily complied, but I learned she wasn't very good at this either, though not completely useless. After about 20 minutes of modest rubbing I told her it was time for bed and we split up.
The next day Ellie moved her stuff upstairs, and I vaguely explained to the arriving couple that I had extra space up there, which they didn't question further; the couple put in a satisfactory day's work while Ellie puttered around with some weeds. Ellie spent most of the evening on my bed staring at her computer, and after reading a bit downstairs I came up to shower. I was determined not to change my routine, so once I came out I simply toweled off and walked naked into the bedroom to start preparing for the night. She put her computer away and began her own preparations. When she came back I asked if she could rub me again, and turned on my front so she could press her elbows into my back muscles. After a bit of this I asked for an arm rub and turned over. Turning over exposed my penis, now very rigid from lying next to this wisp of a girl touching me, her nipples jutting out as usual. I explained that I was excited from being next to her and starting stroking myself with my free hand. "Yeah, for sure." Finally I said she could quit as I needed to focus on my erection, so she laid back and got very passive.
I turned around and sat on my knees facing her, pulling a nearby hand towel onto the bed to catch the inevitable cum. I stared at her body just a foot away as I slowly jacked off. I asked her if she had seen a man do this before, she said she had but gave no details. I told her I enjoyed looking at her and wished I could see more of her. To my surprise she then took her top off so I could finally see her full tits; they were small, but the nipples were as prominent as they were under her shirt. I reached out and said I wanted to touch them, and she should tell me if she didn't want that. She didn't, so I was soon fondling her perky breasts while I stroked. I turned again to point my cock directly at her face and asked if she could turn toward me, which she did. I asked if she was ok with this and again she said "do what you have to do." Oh my god this felt so good, I'm sure you can all imagine what a g*ft this felt to me, and a deserved one too as she so totally failed at everything else she had offered. I nudged closer and closer so my purple cockhead was less than an inch from her pale face, while moving my other hand up to her shoulder to balance myself better, and hold her in place. "I want to touch you" I pleaded, and as I was already massaging her breast I trust she knew I meant something else, and hearing no response I edged closer and started to rub my cock against her cheek while I kept stroking. That was it--I soon felt the powerful rush in my pelvis and the pleasure pulse of my hot cum squirting out across her face, jolt after jolt streaking onto her skin. It took me over a minute to finish, then I began to wipe the remaining semen off my dick by rubbing it across the parts of her face I hadn't yet coated, including her chin, and then rubbing it against her closed lips, which kept me hard for several more minutes. Finally I pulled back and said I hoped she didn't mind that. "It's alright" she said as I offered her the towel to clean up.
The next day she woke up looking as relaxed as ever and asked what she should do that day. I told her we should first shower and joined her after she got in, helping to soap her body; she didn't reciprocate, but when I cleaned myself I got another massive erection. I got out first and waited in my chair, she came out naked and I asked her to sit down on the floor with her back to the bed and I rolled over to sit in front of her. I told he she could decline, but I really wanted to know what her mouth felt like. She said "I could do it a little bit..." and with some more coaxing she did. The sight of her lips wrapping around my shaft was incredible, but I quickly confirmed my suspicion that she was as bad at sex as anything else, so I took control and grabbed the back of her head to pull and thrust at my chosen rhythm. She didn't protest and after just a couple minutes of this I began to pulse again and quivered as I dumped my load into her mouth. It all quickly spilled out around and made a mess, but it felt wonderful.
The next night I rubbed her back and pulled her panties down, saying I wanted to fuck her (and that I had a vasectomy). While sitting on top of her legs and thrusting into her young pussy said this was working better for me than her yard work, and she apologized for not knowing how to do things, she was "dumb" about some stuff. I said "so you're young, and a little dumb, and..." and then ejaculated strongly into her without finishing the obvious line.
She moved out two days later, saying she missed her family, and thanked me again "SO very much" when she left.
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