In 1930, a young millionaire is approached by a teenage girl seeking work. Her hires her to do chores, but she eagerly agrees when the man offers $10 for sex.
Part One
My name is Reginald Parker. All my friends simply called me Reggie. I was born in a small town in America’s Midwest in 1898. For some reason, I was given a special talent: I had a knack for making money than none of my relatives ever possessed. Without fail, I could take money and quickly double it and triple it with investments that I instinctively knew were shrewd. By the time I was 27 years old, I was officially a millionaire—which truly meant something back in the 1920s.
I also was blessed with the foresight to sense when something was wrong. I had done very well in the stock market, but by late 1928 I had a negative feeling something was amiss with Wall Street. I suspected the prosperity of the 1920s was a house of cards that could easily topple. Shortly before Christmas, I abruptly liquidated all my stock holdings, which had served me quite well since the end of the Great War. I converted them into gold, silver, and cash. I shifted my money to foreign banks that had stricter regulations than American banks did—such as deposit insurance for its clients—which guaranteed that my cash would be totally safe there. Thus, about ten months later when the stock market and America’s financial system virtually collapsed, I didn’t lose a dime. In fact, my holdings in cash and precious metals became more valuable than ever. Of course, I was a rarity. Many people lost their life savings or a sizable chunk of them. Good jobs that were once plentiful became hard to find, and the national unemployment rate rose to about 25 percent.
Life was wonderful for someone like me, a person who still possessed a sizable sum of money in hard cash. I owned a large home that was fully paid for thanks to my successes in the stock market before the crash. I lived alone. I preferred it that way as I loved solitude. I had no present love interest and I naturally became suspicious of women who suddenly became attentive toward me. I was an average-looking guy, but I suspected that my only appeal to females was my enviable financial position. I had no intention of trying to sort out the gold diggers from women who actually liked me regardless of my financial status.
One Sunday afternoon during the spring of 1930, when the Great Depression was perhaps at its worst point, I had a pleasant surprise descend upon me. A teenage girl who was wearing overalls—a bit of a rarity for females in those days—knocked on my door. She said her name was Elaina. She explained that she was desperately trying to earn some money to help her family get through the tough economic times. I detected a slight foreign accent in her voice when she inquired if I had any odd jobs that she could possibly do for me. Her rate was vague. “You can pay me whatever you think is fair,” she told me.
To be perfectly honest, I took pity on her, but I did have numerous little jobs around my house that she could tackle to earn an honest wage. “Alright, Elaina, I think I have a few little tasks you can do for me today. You’re hired!” She beamed at the good news I had just given her.
When she entered my house, I promptly noticed something Elaina could do for me right away. “Here is task number one to do,” I announced and pointed to the kitchen sink. “You can wash and dry those dishes. I’m usually quite good at keeping up with them, but I’ve been in a lazy mood the past couple of days and they’ve piled up on me.” I showed her exactly where the dish soap, washcloths and dish towels were stored. She went at the task with alacrity. I was impressed by her eagerness to work hard and do a good job for me. I also noticed that Elaina was also a very pretty girl, despite her unattractive, masculine wardrobe. I promised myself to do something about that as soon as possible.
That first day, Elaina spent four hours doing all sorts of cleaning and tidying chores for me—and she did them all quite thoroughly and with an endearing smile on her face. I spent much of the time sitting nearby wherever she was working so I could converse with her. I found out she was 14 years old and enrolled in the eighth grade at the nearby public school. She had three younger siblings. Her parents were Polish. Elaina had been born in Poland, too, and had lived there until age seven, which accounted for her slight accent. I commended her on being so proficient in English. She explained that her parents had both been language teachers in her homeland, so she had learned how to speak English and Polish almost simultaneously.
When Elaina had finished all the tasks that I had for her that day, I gladly handed her a crisp $5 bill. It was common for people to earn about 25 cents per hour in 1930. By the pleased expression on her face, I could tell that it was far more money than she had expected to collect for doing some basic household chores for a lonesome bachelor. “Come back here tomorrow and I’ll have some more jobs for you to do.” I added, “I’ll pay you the same rate, too. I’m very pleased with how diligently you worked today and what a nice person you are, Elaina. I truly am.”
Part Two
The next day was a school day, but Elaina promised to be at my house no later than 5 p.m. to do whatever chores I had for her.
Earlier that day, I made a special trip to a clothing store. I estimated Elaina’s size, and I bought two blouses, two skirts, and two pairs of girls’ socks for my new employee. When Elaina arrived for work at 4:50 that day, I said, “I’ve decided on a new rule for you. Someone as pretty as you are needs to dress like a girl.” I then handed her the clothing I had bought.
Tears came to Elaina’s eyes. “I haven’t had any new clothing for quite a long time because times are tough at my house,” she explained between sniffles.
“I figured that might be the case,” I told her. “This terrible depression has unfairly affected a great many good people.”
“I’ll work to pay for these beautiful new clothes,” she said.
“Oh, no, Elaina,” I stated. “Consider these outfits to be your official uniforms. When you work around here, you must wear the proper uniform I provide for you. I insist on it. Besides, I think you are a lovely girl whose charms should not be hidden under a well-worn pair of men’s second-hand overalls. You are far too pretty for that to be the case.”
Elaina rushed forward to give me a thankful hug. I liked the feeling of her warm body pressed against mine. It was arousing! I wanted the sensation to continue indefinitely.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Parker,” Elaina told me as she wiped tears from her cheeks.
“Call me Reggie, please. All my friends do,” I informed her. I then gave her an order. “Now go into the spare bedroom down the hall and get changed. I can’t stand to see you wearing overalls for one more minute! Make sure to take your uniforms home—so you can wear them to school, too.” I gave her a wink.
That day, Elaina spent much of the time doing some gardening for me and mowing the lawns. It was decidedly more physical labor than she had done the previous day, so I gave her $7 when she was about to leave.
“This is far too much money for what I did today, Reggie,” she claimed.
“No, I believe it’s the right amount,” I told her. “Elaina, you did your work very well and you managed to look very attractive while doing it. I’m happy to pay you $7. I’m becoming quite fond of you.”
“I like you a lot, too, Reggie,” she said with a smile and a girlish wave as she departed my house.
I made myself a cup of hot tea and sat in my favorite armchair in the living room. While slowly sipping on my beverage, I definitely decided that I needed to give this charming, Polish teenage girl a world-class screwing.
Part Three
As she had on Monday, Elaina arrived at my door just before 5 p.m. on Tuesday, too. I let her into the house. She was wearing one of the outfits I had bought for her. I deliberately had let the dishes pile up again so she would have something to do. I told Elaina that doing those dishes was her first task of the day. Of course, she attacked them with her usual good cheer and diligence.
When she had finished that job, Elaina asked if I had anything specific for her to do next or if she should find tasks on her own to do. I motioned for her to have a seat in a chair beside mine.
“I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, Elaina,” I said. I took her right hand with both of mine and gently told her, “I’m sure you could find a dozen things around this house of mine that need to be tidied or cleaned or put away. And you could do those things…or you could make $10 by sharing my bed with me. I’ve grown quite fond of you since we first met on Sunday. I want to make love to you. To put it very bluntly, I want to have sex with you because I think you are a gorgeous, young female—and I’m perfectly willing to pay for it.”
“Ten dollars?” she asked me.
I confirmed that was what I had said.
“Gee, I never thought I could make money by having sex,” she told me. This girl was obviously naïve in the ways of the world. Be that as it may, Elaina continued, “I’ve never had sex before. Will it hurt me?”
“Not if we do it right, Elaina” I noted. “I’ll do my best to please you with my penis. It will be my pleasure to make you feel very good if you share my bed this afternoon. Besides, I think it would be great fun for the two of us.”
After only a slight hesitation, Elaina gave me her decision: “I suppose there’s nothing wrong with getting paid for having sex with someone you like—and I do like you, Reggie. You are such a kind and thoughtful man. So my answer is yes.”
Part Four
I quickly led Elaina into my bedroom and took charge of our romantic encounter. I promptly embraced Elaina and gave her a very passionate kiss—which I don’t think she was expecting. She definitely enjoyed it, however, because as soon as I broke it off, Elaina kissed me just as enthusiastically. I took the initiative to unbutton her blouse that I had recently purchased and exposed her brassiere that I thought was slightly undersized. The effect was terrific, though, as Elaina’s fine breasts were bulging out of its cups. If I wasn’t already aroused, that sight did it. I could feel my penis getting stiffer and stiffer by the second. Elaina undid the clasp to free her excellent treasures, which I began to fondle.
“My, these are excellent tits you have, Elaina!” I complimented her. “They’ve got me as hard as a rock!” Without much hesitation, I dropped my trousers to show Elaina that I was being entirely truthful about that. My dick was slightly larger than the average male’s appendage—so I had been told. However, it wasn’t especially thick—which I had also been told by a few bedmates over the years. Frankly I would have preferred a thicker rod to a longer one, but the females I had bedded over the years seemed to have an opposite view of things. Naive Elaina was fixated by my erection, regardless of its length or thickness, and began to gently handle it.
“Is it okay if I stroke your penis like this, Reggie? It fascinates me,” she asked me. It was likely the silliest inquiry that had ever been directed at me during my 32 years, but doing my best not to sound sarcastic, I kindly informed Elaina that she was more than welcome to do so for as long as she wanted—and as long as I remained hard.
We continued to stand for a time. I removed my shirt and continued to caress Elaina’s fine set of jugs while she tugged lovingly on my rigid dick. She amused me with her sexual explorations of my private part. First, Elaina gave it a left-handed yank, and then a right-handed one. Then she’d squeeze my testicles with her left hand and tug on my rod with her right…then vice-versa. To keep myself occupied, I started to merrily suck on her nipples which caused Elaina to say that she wanted to do the same thing for me. “May I suck on your penis, Reggie? I think I’d like to try that.”
“Yeah, I think I’d be okay with that,” I said, managing to sound totally serious at another one of Elaina’s silly inquiries. She knelt and began performing fellatio on me. I must say she did it quite well for a complete novice. My penis had never been stiffer and so aroused in my entire life.
“You’ve done an excellent job stimulating my penis, Elaina. Good girl!” I told her. “Now you ought to remove your skirt and panties so I can give your vagina the thorough fucking it deserves so much!”
“Oh yeah,” Elaina apologized. “I had forgotten I hadn’t gotten fully undressed for you, Reggie. I’m sorry about that.”
“That’s quite alright, Elaina,” I said with a slight chuckle. “You’re new at this. I understand that. You don’t need to apologize about anything.”
Elaina quickly shed her remaining clothing and stood in front of me completely and wonderfully naked. She was quite a sight with her succulent tits and slightly hairy vagina. Even clothed, I imagine she was the object of many of her male classmate’s desires whenever she didn’t dress like one of them.
“I’m going to make love to you with great gusto,” I told her. “You just have to lie on your back and enjoy the experience. I promise, I’ll make you feel good with what I do.”
“I believe you, Reggie,” was all she said as she took the proper position on my large bed.
I began planting kisses on every part of Elaina’s sexy body—literally from her forehead to her toes. Of course, I spent an excess of time on her boobs, and I even gave her pussy a thorough licking—which she absolutely loved. The time was approaching for penetration.
I informed her with a sexy whisper, “I have to fuck that pussy of yours right now, Elaina. I’m going to burst if I don’t!”
“Do whatever you have to do!” Elaina immediately and compliantly replied.
I promptly mounted her and shoved my rod into her moist vagina. It was a tight and marvelous place. Frankly, it felt heavenly to be inside this teenage sexpot. I started with slow, loving thrusts, but I rapidly increased their speed and power. Fucking this sexy, young girl was absolutely fabulous! Elaina and I were both moaning passionately as I rode her to an ejaculation. I had no intention of pulling out of her pussy. “I want to impregnate you with a big load of cum,” I told her quite sincerely. Elaina uttered no objections to my plan. Seconds later, I let loose with a marvelously intense blast of jism. To be totally accurate, it was several blasts. It was, without a doubt, the most pleasurable experience I had ever had—easily surpassing the moment in 1925 when I looked at my investment statement and discovered I was a millionaire.
I was so engrossed by my own sense of pleasure that I hadn’t realized that Elaina had experienced an orgasm, too—likely her first one of her lifetime. She told me she had a wonderful “squirting feeling” inside her vagina. I told Elaina it was because she had enjoyed our sexual experience to the fullest.
“Can we do it again…right away?” she eagerly asked.
“Certainly!” I responded. “Once I recover and get another erection. With beautiful you in my bed, that shouldn’t take too long.” I was right. I regain full stiffness within about ten minutes and gave Elaina another major screwing. This time I introduced her to doggy-style fucking. I greatly enjoyed playing with her tits while repeatedly ramming my manhood into her vagina. I was surprised by the volume of my second ejaculation. I was amazed I had it in me after the immense first one a sort time earlier. I suppose Elaina’s sexy body brought the best out of me. I happily gave Elaina $15 instead of the $10 I had promised her.
Elaina returned the next day and cutely asked, “Do you want me to do chores or to go to bed with you again? Either is fine with me, Reggie.” The answer was obvious: We hit the sheets within two minutes. This time I showed Elaina that she could be the aggressor in a sexual romp. I could tell that my curvaceous bedmate enjoyed the sensation of riding me to another terrific orgasm with the cowgirl position. The sight of Elaina’s beautiful bouncing breasts would drive any normal male crazy. I was no exception. Once again, I came strongly.
Our sexual encounters became an almost daily occurrence that certainly brightened my ordinary life. Of course, it was inevitable that Elaina became pregnant by me. Frankly, it would have been shocking if that hadn’t occurred. I suspect it was from that initial blast of goo I unloaded into her virgin vagina the first time we had been intimate. There was no option in 1930 for what had to happen: We quickly were married in a civil ceremony three months after she had first knocked on my door that Sunday afternoon looking for work. Surprisingly to me, Elaina’s parents were quite happy that their daughter was going to be my wife, despite our age difference. (I feared I would be labeled a cradle-robber—or worse!) They didn’t say it in so many words, but Elaina’s leaving their household meant there was one fewer mouth to feed as the Great Depression dragged on through most of the 1930s.
Elaina was a lovely spouse in every way. She never stopped being a terrific sex partner—which was a wonderful bonus. There was ample evidence of that. By 1940, when we celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary, I was the father of seven children.
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