The interview - 2

Lydia began touring the house on her own, which she found strange. Who lets a stranger just wander their home, unescorted? She was pleased to find tile floors in all common spaces, and carpets only in a few of the bedrooms. She wasn't overly fond of vacuuming and was happy that she'd only be responsible for a few carpets. The master bedroom was on the main floor along with the gym, studio, kitchen, greatroom, and formal dining room. Then, the guest rooms and the library were on the second floor. The gym was a large room with treadmills and other equipment. As she scanned the room, she noticed something before a large pair of corner mirrors. She looked over the apparatus that hung from a large pad-eye screwed into the ceiling.

She studied it for a moment before she was convinced that it was indeed a sex swing. The area around it, was covered with rubber mats like you might find in the wrestling area of a high school gym. The thought of herself trussed up in such a thing, made her shiver with arousal. Perhaps with that handsome driver, on his knees before her? She took a few deep breaths before continuing on her way.

She'd toured the upstairs and was about to leave when she remembered that there was a cook in the household. Getting the perspective of another female staff member would be a good idea, she thought.

She was just a few feet from the hallway to the kitchen when she heard voices. Her curiosity piqued, she stopped at the doorway to see an attractive black woman slicing strips of chicken or pork at an island counter. Rudy was speaking to her earnestly.

"Please Stella. You know how I get when she has me relieve the pressure in her tits," said Rudy.

Stella waved her knife as she spoke. "I do not have time. Go find Glori."

"She's in the studio with ..." he began before pausing when he spotted Lydia.

Stella looked up as well. "Oh, come in, my dear. I'm glad you've stopped by." The woman had a broad welcoming smile. "Do you like fajitas, sweetie? I'm cutting up chicken for some tonight."

She remembered Rudy's presence and smiled even wider, "Maybe you can help Rudy with his present condition."

Lydia stepped into the kitchen perplexed, but ready to introduce herself. Rudy stepped around the edge of the counter and Lydia gasped when she saw that he was entirely naked below the waist. His cock was hard and of impressive size. It pointed out at her accusatorily.

She stammered. "You want me to ...?"

Rudy smiled and nodded emphatically.

Lydia frowned. "Surely he can go somewhere private; take care of it himself."

Stella shook her head and stepped around the counter. She stopped at Rudy's hip and reached for his cock with her hand. "That's not the way we do things here, sweetie. At Freebody Manor, we take care of each other. Just this morning, Rudy gave me a lovely orgasm right on top of this counter. Better than a shot of expresso to wake a gal up."

Lydia walked forward, entranced. Her eyes were glued to Rudy's cock. She watched Stella's hand slide up and down its length. A drop of precum, glistened. God, it had been so long since she'd had a hard cock in her mouth or pussy. And here, was a very nice one, just waiting for her.

Stella knelt and held her hand out to Lydia. Lydia stepped forward, knelt beside the woman and looked up into Rudy's handsome face. His smile was warm, and he sighed. "Thank you, Lydia."

Stella squeezed his cock at the base, and he moaned softly. Lydia felt her pelvic muscles contract and her heart raced. She was in awe of her own boldness right now. It felt like she was anonymous, in a place where no one knew her or would ever see her again if she walked out right now. She could be as debaucherous as she'd ever dreamed, and then leave, never to return. If she wanted. It was an intoxicating feeling.

Stella leaned in and whispered in her ear. "He would do the same for you, any time you ask. And he's amazing at it."

Lydia felt her heart racing as she turned and met Stella's eyes. She was surrounded by beautiful people who found her attractive and sexy and that made her heart race. She had loved sex practically daily, before her husband had turned to the bottle.

She looked down at Rudy's crotch again and knew that she wouldn't be using her hands on this beautiful cock. She opened her mouth and reached around to grab his firm ass. She looked up at him as she licked his cock from the base to the tip. Then she took his length into her mouth as deeply as she could. "Oh, what am I doing?!" she asked herself halfheartedly. The other half of her heart knew that she needed this, deserved it.

"Oh, Christ, that's good," the young man moaned.

Lydia smiled inwardly. It had been many years since she'd done this with anyone she was attracted to, and she loved the view she had as she gazed up his lean athletic body. What would this cock feel like pushing into her pussy? She wondered. Her whole body squirmed as she felt his hands slide gently into her thick hair.

He held her head and slowly stroked his cock into her mouth. He was very gentle, stopping when he felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat. She licked the bottom of his cock with her tongue and his pace picked up. She squeezed his ass to let him know it was okay to thrust a little harder and she was happy when he responded by pushing his cock deeper into her throat.

Her gag reflex had always been less sensitive than most people, and she could suppress it further by trying to swallow, which made Rudy moan loudly. "Oooh, Lydia, please ... please take the ... job here."

She felt his cock swell in her mouth and knew he was close. She tightened her fingers on his glutes and pulled his cock in deeper so there was no doubt as to where she wanted his spunk. His fingers tightened and he groaned deep in his throat. His first blast of cum shot over the back of her tongue and she pushed herself down on the hard cock, letting him fire the rest down her throat.

She sucked hard, making sure to get every drop she could. The flavor of his cum was not unpleasant, which surprised her. With her late husband and the men before him, she'd swallowed as a duty, not because she particularly enjoyed it. But this was different, almost sweet somehow.

Rudy slumped against the counter and smiled down at her, taking deep breaths. "Please say you'll stay with us, gorgeous." He held out his hands and helped her up. At some point, Stella had returned to her cooking and Lydia had never noticed.

She smiled. "I'm not sure yet, but that was definitely a check mark in the plus column."

He smiled. "I'd love to stay and give you more check marks, but I have to get back to my duties." He leaned forward and gave Lydia a firm kiss. "Maybe another time?"

A shudder rolled through her entire body. "We'll see," she said breathlessly.

*****

After Rudy grabbed the shopping list and headed out, Lydia and Stella's eyes met. "Is every day like that?" Lydia asked the cook, who nodded. She admired Stella's cinnamon-colored curls that hung just below her shoulders. Her makeup featured a pale orange eyeshadow and tan highlights on her cheekbones that worked beautifully with her skin tone. The woman was a vision, somewhere in her late thirties Lydia thought. She was surprised such an attractive woman was a cook in a private household. And then she recognized her. "You ... you're Florinda on the Beach!" Lydia thought of the Lars Freebody print that hung in her living room of a beautiful dark-skinned woman lying naked in the shallow surf.

Stella smiled and nodded. "Yep. I've been posing for Lars for over ten years. I started as one of his live models and I worked with the cook here to pass the time. When she retired, I took her place. I enjoy it and I still pose now and again." She gestured to her robust figure. "Especially now that he's into his 'big gals' phase." She looked over Lydia's curves. "I'm sure he can't wait to get your clothes off."

Lydia laughed. "He has mentioned an interest."

Stella nodded. "I'm sure. Why don't you head down to his studio?" She pointed with her stirring spoon. "It's just down the hall."