It was one of the oddest job postings I had ever seen, mainly because it was so specific:

Wanted: Live-in Mexican house cleaner. Must be male, between 35 and 50, in excellent physical condition and healthy. Location: The Hamptons.

I certainly met those qualifications, and living with my cousin in the Bronx was getting old. But when you are an illegal, it's not exactly easy to find decent work. The Hamptons? Shit, I could get used to that gig. I figured it must be some old rich dude in a wheelchair who needed a strong male to help him get around his mansion. I could handle that. I called the number and a woman answered.

"Hello, Senora, I am calling about the yob in the paper."

I had been in the United States for twenty years, and my English is pretty good, but I sometimes liked to thicken my accent, especially this time because it seemed important to the job poster to have a Mexican.

"Yes, well tell me a little more about you. How tall are you and how much do you weigh?" she asked.

Those were not the first two questions I expected. "Well, Senora, I am like sis feet and two inches, one hundred and ninety-five pounds, and I'm forty-three jears old."

"Very good, and are you athletic, in shape?" She had a snooty white woman voice. If you have ever seen that Family Guy cartoon, she would remind you of the baby, Stewie.

"Oh, si, Senora. I have done mostly landscaping work in the past, very fit, muscular."

"Excellent. Can you come to our home soon so that my husband and I can interview you?"

"Of course, ma'am. I need to get a shower and cleaned up, and then take the train. I can be there in about four hours."

"Oh, no, no, no! We need you to come soonest. Don't worry about a shower, and take a taxi. We'll reimburse your transport costs," she said, sounding exasperated.

"Very good then, I will leave immediately."

She gave me the address and I started trying to hail a cab, but six of them just passed me by. These were cabs with the center medallion number lit, indicating they were available to pick up passengers. I looked at my reflection in a store window. Fuck, I looked like shit. My face was sweaty and dirty from the yard work I had done the previous two hours, and my jeans were faded, torn, and muddy. My green T-shirt was also a little tattered, and it was just a bit too small and tight. At least my body was toned and hard, my arms muscular and sinewy. That seemed important to this lady and her husband, so I hoped they really would overlook how messed up my appearance was.

I finally got pissed that I could not hail a taxi, so I jumped in the street when the next one approached. I flashed a wad of cash - everything I owned and mostly one dollar bills - to show I had the money to pay the fare. The Yellow Cab came to a screech inches before hitting me, and the Middle Eastern driver threw his hands in the air, acting all pissed off. I slapped the hood of the car with both palms. He let me in.

I handed him the note I had made with the address. "Here, Cabeza de Mierda!" I grimaced at him, figuring he had no idea I just called him Shit Face.

He looked at me in the mirror. "This going to be over one hundred dollars, you got that much?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just get me there."

So off we went, but since I had already wasted the last hour trying to catch a ride, I was worried these people were going to be upset with me. Worse yet, some other burro might have taken the job, I'd be out of work, and this couple would make me pay for my own ride.

"Hurry up, Abdul!" I pounded the back of his seat.

He scowled back at me in the mirror, but he picked up the pace, probably to get me there and out of his cab as fast as possible. Once we left the city, the ride went quickly. It was nice getting away from the summer heat of the Big Apple. I think all those skyscrapers and concrete absorb the sun more, making it hotter and more humid than the countryside. Soon we started seeing small ranches, fenced-in horse properties, and some of the biggest fucking houses I had even seen. All the stories I had heard about the Hamptons were true from what I could see. Shit, I was trying to see if this is where the proverbial money trees grew. I figured these people must have them all over the place.

"I think this is the address," the driver said, slowing to a mailbox on the side of the road. There was a small private drive next to the mailbox, but I couldn't see a house.

"I guess you have to drive up there. It must be up that road," I said pointing.

He nodded. We drove up the long, winding road that had white rail fencing on either side, with a few horses roaming in the fields they contained. We must have gone at least a half mile before we even saw the house. It was a fucking mansion! It was a massive brown brick colonial with black shutters and a large white canopy that jutted from the front to cover a curved driveway. The taxi stopped under the canopy and I stepped out to smell the air. It was clean and sweet.

The driver honked his horn and yelled at me, "That's one hundred sixteen, not including the tip."

I was about to head to the front door to ring the bell when it opened. A tall white man about my age came out, escorting a Latino guy who looked like Poncho Villa. He was maybe sixty-years old, had a pineapple pockmarked face, and looked like the fattest member of any standard Mariachi band. The gringo opened the taxi door and handed the driver several one-hundred dollar bills and told him to take the Mexican dude anyplace he wanted.

When the taxi peeled off, the man gave me a stern look. This guy looked nice enough, but a little gruff. He was dressed in a sharp pair of dress slacks and an open collar blue shirt. I figured he must be one of the staff.

"I'm Charles Thornwood. My wife, Alice, spoke with you earlier," he said, eyeballing me.

"Oh, si, Senor. I am Jose. Jose Suarez." I reached to shake his hand, but he didn't reciprocate. It was awkward, and I just knew I didn't have this job.

"Follow me," he ordered.

We went inside to a virtual movie set. It was everything I had imagined in a mansion. The foyer was done in a black and white marble pattern with large white columns and a dual winding staircase that gave one the option of getting upstairs from the left or right.

A woman appeared from a side room. She was incredibly hot, a forty-something blonde with bright blue eyes, wearing a conservative yellow dress that was just tight enough to show off her 34C boobs.

"I'm Alice," she said with a smile, extending her hand. At least she seemed friendlier than her old man. Speaking of which, I hadn't yet seen any real old dudes in a wheelchair, so I wasn't clear yet what this job was all about.

"Pleeze to meet you, Senora," I said with a smile. "Please excuse my appearance." I looked down, a bit ashamed.

"It's no bother!" she assured me. "Let me give you a tour of the home while we ask you some questions."

Alice and Charles led the way, giving me an opportunity to check out the house lady's fine ass. Her dress hugged her sweet buns just right, giving me enough detail to know she had a tight, firm ass, but not too much detail just to tease my imagination. It was kind of funny, but as they walked and spoke, I could not help but get the impression this was Mr. and Mrs. Richie Rich from the cartoon.

We toured the upstairs first while the couple wanted to know my life's history. They asked about drug use, medical conditions, hospitalizations, diseases, disorders, arrests, convictions, wife, girlfriend, and so much more. I had none of these, which seemed to satisfy them. We finished the tour of the upstairs when we entered a bedroom that was done in pink with a big canopy bed in the middle.

"This is our daughter's room. You will meet Lisa when we go downstairs," Charles said.

"Eees a very nice room, but then your whole house es bonita," I said, again overdrawing the Mexican thing. I liked the girl's room. It was not as stuffy as the others, especially the master bedroom. Lisa's room also had a sweet scent to it, like something fruity.

Our next stop was the downstairs. As we descended the big marble staircase, the sound of piano music hit my ears. It grew louder with each step until we entered a small room at the back of the house. It faced the back yard and had floor-to-ceiling windows. In the center was a grand piano with a young girl playing as she looked out to a white gazebo in the back. Her back was to us, but I could see right away she had mom's hair, golden blonde and tied up in two ponytails with lacy bows. She was wearing a white dress, white socks, and black shoes. She played so beautifully that I was afraid to make a sound.

"Lisa, honey, this is Jose. He may be our new housekeeper," Alice said, gently tapping the girl's shoulder.

She turned as she stopped playing and gave me a smile, extending her hand gracefully. "Hello, Jose."

She was made in her mom's image down to every detail, except for the boob department. Alice had a rack, but Lisa was pretty flat.

Charles spoke. "Lisa is ten years old, and we home school her. Alice and I teach her. We both work from home, so between schooling and our careers, we need some extra help around the house."

It was beginning to make some sense, and I liked the idea of working with this family much more than changing some ninety-year-old man's diaper.

"Let's go to the living room to discuss some of the details of your duties," Alice said, taking Lisa's hand and heading to a room next to the recital chamber.

It gave me a moment to check out Lisa's ass since I was curious if she had the same butt shape as her mom. She did. Her dress was a little shorter than mom's, but just as tight. It hugged her little bubble butt just nicely. I must have been staring too much at his daughter, because Charles cleared his throat to get my attention. I was embarrassed, but I pretended not to have been doing anything wrong.

They had me sit on a sofa all by myself while the three Thornwoods sat across from me on another couch, about eight feet away. Alice began running down a list of duties I would have, everything from cleaning, laundry, dishes, and even some cooking, but mostly lunches and breakfasts. They had a caterer come in nightly with dinner. I heard nothing I could argue with. It all sounded like a dream job to me. But then, mom and dad suddenly gave each other a strange look, like a secret communication. Charles nodded to her, and then Alice said something I wasn't quite sure I heard right at first.

"Jose, we also need you to fuck Lisa daily."

My eyes grew wide. "Um, Senora," I coughed nervously. "Did you say you want me to go on walks with Lisa daily?"

She laughed. "No, Jose, we need you to FUCK our daughter with your big hard Mexican cock!"

When she uttered those words, Lisa stood and lifted the hem of her dress to reveal no panties. Her tiny pink clam was visible. My heart raced instantly. I thought this was a set-up and some television crew was going to come into the room with the policia.

"Senora, are you serious about this? She is so jung...."

Charles cut me off. "So what do you say, old chap. Want to fuck Lisa or not? She has been begging for some Mexican cock for weeks, and we've interviewed dozens of candidates. So far, you're the only promising applicant."

My dick was raging hard now, and it showed. The three of them came over to me, mom and dad sitting on either side of me, while Lisa stripped nude in front of me. That puta had a hot body! She was slender, petite, and her pussy was small and immature looking, but sexy at the same time. She had no hair at all, and she made a point of modeling for me. She turned to show me her perfect ass, apple shaped and firm. Her tits were little bumps, but all nipple. They were light pink and puffy, and as the little tart pulled on them, they got hard in seconds.

Charles unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard, sweaty dick. I have a seven inch uncircumcised cock, pretty thick, and right now it was smelly and filthy, with a good amount of head cheese under the foreskin. Alice lowered her head and took my burrito in her mouth, moaning as she sucked me slow and nasty.

"Hmmmm, oh fuck, is this really happening?" I moaned as I put a hand on her head, pushing her down on my cock. I could feel her move the skin back and her tongue swirl around my head, licking all the smegma she could find.

Charles smiled. "Yes it is, Jose. Trust me, you will enjoy fucking little Lisa and her mommy, but that's only if you take this job!"

"Fuck yeah, you got it, Jefe!" I groaned. I didn't know if this was heaven, but it had to be pretty close.

Alice sucked me clean for the next ten minutes while I kissed little Lisa as she knelt on the sofa next to me. Her sweet little mouth was hot and delicious. It tasted fruity like the smell in her room. I also had some time to feel her tiny body, all sixty pounds of cumslut. She was tight, and her little chocha was wet and warm. I even finger fucked her tight asshole, and this little girl enjoyed that based upon the moaning she returned.

When Alice pulled away, I stood up and stripped naked. My muscular Mexican body was brown and sweaty, and the girls gushed out loud seeing me. Both mom and dad stripped nude, and everything I had fantasized about Alice was true. She was insanely hot, with two perky breasts and big pink areola. Her nipples had piercings, something I never expected from such a conservative woman. Her pussy was shaved, fat, and glistening with moisture.

When dad's pants dropped, I saw something I had never seen before. The dude had a clear plastic device over his cock, like some kind of fucked up clamp. I laughed, not only because of the clamp, but because his dick was so tiny. While I had a big thick chimichanga burrito, this guy was working off the kid's menu; that pecker was useless.

"I keep Charles's cock under lock and key because he can't satisfy me," Alice chuckled. "When Lisa was four, he began fucking her with his tiny prick. He was able to keep her happy for a couple of years, but now he doesn't get to fuck anything around here!" She gave his cock a harsh slap.

"Ouch, honey!" he complained with a whine.

Lisa slapped his face. "Yeah, you know your place, daddy! You pathetic sissy!"

Man, this was some fucked up family, but if I was going to be the only toro in this house, I didn't mind. I lifted Lisa up and placed her on the sofa, facing me, and set her feet up on the cushions. I told mom and dad to hold her legs open as I eyed up that yummy cunny. Like most Mexican guys, I don't like to eat the chocha, but there was something about this one that lured me in. I got on my knees and pulled her ass to the edge, and then I licked up and down her thighs, all around her pooney, trying to get a good whiff of her juicy scent. Fuck, she smelled good.

She moaned with her eyes closed. Then my little angel took two fingers on her right hand, formed a V-shape, and propped open her little cunt lips. "Lick my pussy, Jose."

That ten-year-old cunny opened up sweetly, revealing dark pink inner lips and a generous amount of horny fuck fluid. I let my tongue slide up and down her tiny slit, tasting her fuck juices. That little taco tasted like a honey-dipped sopapilla. I drilled in deep and far. The more I lapped that fuck hole, the wetter it got. She was moaning like a little puta and her ass wiggled under my face. I saw the cushion under her had started to get a dark, damp stain as I devoured that clammy cunny, making her juices trickle down her sweet ass crack. I alternated licking her pussy and her little culo. That rosebud opening was bitter sweet, like a mix of vinegar and cotton candy.

"Hmmmph! Oh yes!" she moaned as she bumped her groin into my face.

Her parents held those legs open, and I could hear them panting and moaning as they watched. I glanced over and saw Charles's dick had gotten hard, but the clamp held it locked tight. That had to hurt, but then again, he had maybe two inches of finger thick cock, so the strain couldn't be too much.

"I'm gonna cum, mommy!" Lisa groaned as she pulled my face into her snatch.

I tugged her baby clit nub with my lips, and she went crazy. Her ass rose and fell faster than the stock market her daddy made his millions on. She let out a loud scream, gasped, then collapsed on the cushion. When she did, a tiny squirt came from her mound. I didn't know if that was girl cum or piss, but I was happy either way. She panted and moaned as she rolled through her orgasm. I never knew a ten-year-old girl could even cum, but now that I knew they could, I kicked myself for not getting some sooner.

"Please fuck my daughter with your beautiful, nasty Mexican cock!" Charles pleaded with me as he tried his best to rub his midget dick.

My churro had been raging hard all the while I had eaten that preteen appetizer, so I was ready to oblige. I lifted Lisa up. She was a rag doll in my hands. I sat down on the sofa and turned her to face me, pulled her legs over mine, and helped her straddle me. I got to tell you, I smelled pretty bad. Not having showered meant I had a good BO stink going, but I got the impression this family liked the nastiness.

"Hey, pendejo. Guide my dick into your baby slut," I told the dad, mocking him. His wife and Lisa laughed.

"I like Jose a lot, mommy!" she cooed.

Charles knelt on the floor, gripped my stiff Mexican dick, and pushed the head into his daughter's tight pink puss mound. He caressed my balls as his girl sank down, engulfing my entire shaft.

"Oh fuck! Baby, you are so fucking tight!" I groaned with my eyes closed for a moment.

I grabbed her lil ass cheeks in both hands and let her ride up and down on her own for a little while. She knew what she was doing, and judging from how shiny wet my fuckstick was, she was getting off. She leaned in to kiss me, her two pigtails tickling my face. She made soft little mew sounds, like a kitten, while she fucked me so sweetly.

Her mom and dad were both now kneeling in front of me, and then they suddenly leaned in and started licking my cock and balls together. Fuck, this was my luckiest day ever. They moaned over and over as they kept my cock clean, licking up every drop of Lisa that would dribble down my pole.

My fucktoy started to pick up speed. Her mews became grunts as she rode my Latin cock like she was on her Hobby Horse. Mom and dad were licking me faster and faster, but I knew I needed to give this little girl all I had and that was not going to happen while she rode me. I lifted her up while she remained on my stick, turned her around and placed her back against the sofa. I lifted her legs up high, feet on my shoulders, and folded my slut in half.

I started to power fuck this preteen, smashing my groin into hers, my pubic bone hammering her clit. That diamond sized button was sticking out from under the hood and swelling with each thrust. I felt something from behind that threw me for a moment. Her dad was back there licking my asshole and moaning as loud as his daughter. That sick fucker was getting a couple day's worth of sweat and shit from my hairy ass...and LOVING it.

Alice had slipped from the room for a few moments while her husband degraded himself on my pooper. Get this, she came back wearing a strap-on dildo, a big black fucking stick that was lubed and ready. While I fucked their daughter like a nail gun on auto, dad ate my shitter, and mom fucked dad's ass. It was a little awkward to get the right rhythm going, but we soon got it working.

I looked down at my new girlfriend, sweat pouring from my body, dripping muddy drops on her and the sofa. "You doing okay, puta?"

"Hmmmm, yess, Jose, I am going to cum again the way you are fucking me sooooo goooood!"

I slammed her harder and faster, feeling her old man's tongue deep in my bowels. He was wailing from the ass fucking he was getting.

"I'm gonna fuck you three or four times a day, babygirl!" I spat out my words.

That sent her over. The bitch started to buck and scream.

"I'm cumming, mommy and daddy! I'm CUMMING SO HARD!"

Her parent both screamed that they were close to cumming too. It was too much for me to take. My nutsack had been busy bouncing up and down and smacking Lisa's sweet ass cheeks. My cajones contracted. And then I shot off.

A string of Spanish cuss words flew from my mouth as I drilled that whore into the couch. My cum gushed into her tight cunt, giving her chalupa a heavy fill of sour cream. She was shaking hard as she came, kissing my mouth deep and nasty.

"Oh shit, I am cumming so hard, honey!" her dad shouted as Alice pounded his asshole harder.

"Me too," Alice cried back.

All of us came within moments of each other. I had to wait for the parents to get off me before I could move. But that was fine. My balls continued to empty out in this precious pussy under me. I looked down and saw her chocha lips stretched tight around my pole, and a healthy dose of my cum flowing out and down her ass.

"That was fucking hot," I moaned as I stood.

"This is even hotter!" her dad said, on his knees and sucking my cock clean.

I don't get into dudes, but if this was the price I had to pay to fuck these rich bitches, I could adjust. Alice pulled her strapon off, and that's when I saw it was a two-sided dildo. The other end of it was an eight inch rubberized black cock that had been in her married pussy.

When the old man finished cleaning my cock, and getting it hard again, he started to lick Lisa's cum-filled dessert, lapping all my cum out. The little girl moaned through the creampie cleansing she was getting. I looked at mom.

"Get on all fours. I'm gonna fuck your rich bitch asshole with my illegal cock."

She smiled and licked her lips, getting on the floor in front of her husband and daughter. She stuck her fine ass up in the air and I mounted her. That asshole has been used a lot in the past; that was for sure. It gaped a little bit, and allowed me easy entry.

Fuck she was hot back there, and what made it hotter was how much she seemed to like being ass fucked. She moaned like a bitch in heat, louder than her daughter did. I fucked that bunghole hard and deep, and sometime during the fucking, she managed to shove Charles away from Lisa. Apparently mom also enjoyed eating pussy and creampie.

She smacked her lips and tongue real loud as she ate what little bit of cum Charles left for her. Lisa grabbed her mother's hair and pulled her in.

"Eat my baby pussy, mommy. I know how much you like it." That girl was breathless, and I started to get the impression she ran this house. After all, they hired me because Lisa insisted on some Cancun cock.

While I enjoyed fucking mom's sweet ass, I needed something tighter. I gave Lisa a wink. "Is your asshole still cherry, miha?"

She nodded, looking down at mom. "I want my ass fucked, mother! Give him up so he can do me. You know I have wanted this for years!"

Her mother agreed. I pulled out of her ass, my cock sticking up hard, with a dollop of Alice's shit wedged in the ring around my cockhead. Lisa had already gotten into position, leaning over the sofa arm, her tight ten-year-old ass arched up high.

"Fuck my ass, Jose. I want it to hurt a little, so don't be gentle!"

"Si, Seonorita!" I chuckled. This kid was a real piece of work, as well as a piece of ass.

I pushed my cockhead into her tight chute, and she grunted. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You want it rough, puta. You're going to get it nasty! I'm gonna ride this ass dirty."

I slammed my prick in deep, making the preteen scream and shake. "It hurts! It HURTS!" she screamed. "Mommy, make him stop!" she sobbed.

Her mother wagged her finger. "Nope, young lady. You want to be bossy and demanding all the time, you also have to be ready for the consequences."

I gave her parents a smirk as I grabbed Lisa's ponytails in my hands and held them like they were reigns. "Here we go!"

I fucked the living hell out of that girl's asshole, yanking her hair back, forcing her face upward. She cried uncontrollably for the next fifteen minutes as I ravaged her butthole, managing to eventually get my entire shaft inside her. Her face was bright red and tear-covered as I continued my relentless assault. She screamed over and over, while mom and dad watched up close.

"Fuck her good, Jose!" her mom ordered. This little brat needs to be tamed.

"I sure will, Senora," I grinned as I continued to pound.

After another ten minutes or so, I felt her sphincter relax a little, so I picked up the fuck speed. Her face had dried, her pale pinkish complexion had returned. And now my little slut was moaning under me.

"You like it now, huh, slut?"

"Yes, Jose. Oh damn, just keep fucking my asshole." Her voice was a little sweeter than before.

Her father sat down under hear and leaned his head up, licking her pussy and my shit-covered fuck pole as I ass raped his daughter. This was one sick gringo. I knew I was going to cum soon, so I kicked the old man a little and told him to tug on Lisa's clit.

He did, sending the girl into a virtual seizure. She cried and humped back into me, cried and pushed her cunny down on dad. She let out a loud wail as she started to cum. It was all I could take. My nuts erupted harder than Mount Saint Helens as my cum dumped into little Lisa's bunghole. Charles leaned up and sucked my nuts into his mouth, milking every drop I had, ensuring I gave his daughter a proper filling. I had to stop fucking her to keep him from ripping my nutsack free.

But I didn't really have to move. Lisa did that for me, pushing her ass back and forth, fucking my pole while I stood in place and she finished cumming. I saw a spray of girl jizz hit dad in the face, and he hungrily licked it up.

I finally fell free and landed on my back on the carpet, panting. Charles went to work cleaning the double fudge coating I had on my cock, both his wife's and daughter's shit smears.

"That was the best fucking I ever had, Senora, Senorita," I mumbled, my mind reeling. "Do I get the yob?"

They laughed.

"Only if you can fuck my wife and daughter like this everyday," Charles smiled.

"But what about the housework? Will I have time?"

They laughed again, all of them. Alice grinned. "Jose, we have an entire house staff that takes care of all that. We only need to hire you to do the fucking around here!"

"Ay dios mio! I think this must be heaven! Where will I sleep?"

Lisa jumped in. "How about we make daddy sleep in my bed, mommy? That way Jose can sleep in the big master bed with you and me!"

Alice smiled. "Good idea." Then she smacked Charles's cock lock. "Get used to it, you pathetic wimp!"

The girls and I laughed out loud while Charles just sat and sulked.