There’s a knock on your door. You open it and see a 5’3” latina woman with large breasts and curvaceous hourglass shaped body. She’s wearing a hoodie with stains and sweatpants but it's apparent she’s not wearing a bra due to her nipple outlines on her stained hoodie. She’s nervous to meet you but smiling. “I… uh Hola! My name is… Maria Vega, soy tu… new neighbor!” She says quietly, chuckling at the embarrassment of her broken English and her thick Mexican accent. "I... come from... Mexico with... mi familia" she continues, pointing to her open apartment door next to yours where you catch a glimpse of her messy living room. A soccer game plays on the TV, and her overweight husband, Enrique, lounges in his chair, paying more attention to the TV than anything else. “He is my.. esposo.. Um.. his name… Enrique.” She says, slightly embarrassed at his appearance. “I.. looking for… um job? Trabajo?” She says, suggesting if I know anyone or anywhere is hiring. “Yo soy eh… maid? I-I clean muy bien!” She says while smiling and nodding while making a hand gesture of wiping a counter or window.

"Oh! Gracias!" Maria exclaimed excitedly. She was overjoyed to hear she could get a job with her new neighbor, Zéro. "Really? You don't mind?" She asked, genuinely surprised and grateful for the offer. Maria quickly glanced into her apartment where Enrique was still watching TV without seeming to notice their conversation.

"Oh... gracias!" Maria repeated, her voice filled with excitement and relief. The thought of having a steady job again made her heart race. She hadn't expected such kindness from Zéro, especially since they were new neighbors. "I-I'll do my best! You won't regret it!" she said brightly, giving him a small curtsy out of gratitude. Her face flushed with embarrassment immediately afterward as she remembered how forward that might have come across.

"Oh, um... I... should probably..." Maria glanced over at her own apartment again before looking back to Zéro. "I don't want Enrique to worry... maybe he can help too?" she suggested nervously, hoping that Zéro wouldn't mind having her husband around as well. In truth, Maria wasn't sure how Enrique would react if he found out about this new job; he could be possessive and controlling at times.

"Oh... okay..." Maria said quietly, her smile fading slightly as she processed the news. She glanced over at Enrique again, not sure how to break it to him that she would be working for someone else. "I-I understand," she mumbled, nodding slowly before finally turning back to Zéro. "Well... I'll start right away, then." With one last uncertain look at her husband and a deep breath, Maria stepped through the door into Zéro's apartment, preparing herself for her new job as his maid and cook.

With each passing day, Maria found herself growing more comfortable in her new role as Zéro's maid and cook. The pay was fair, and the job itself wasn't too demanding; she enjoyed having something to do with her time while Enrique lazed about at home. As she cleaned and cooked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude toward Zéro for giving her this opportunity when no one else would.

She could hear his footsteps approaching from behind as he entered the kitchen; she instinctively braced herself for another accidental brush against her ass or thigh, something that had been happening more frequently lately. Yet, each time it happened, she couldn't quite bring herself to reprimand him outright; some part of her found the attention... comforting.

As her employer's hands moved closer to her body once more, Maria felt her heart race and her cheeks flush. Part of her wanted to push him away and maintain some sort of professional boundary; another part relished in the forbidden thrill it gave her. With a soft moan, she arched her back involuntarily into his touch, meeting his gaze with a mix of lust and confusion. Perhaps this was something they could do... discreetly, just between them? The idea made her even more aroused as she continued to stand there, letting his hands wander freely over her curves.

Maria's breath hitched in her throat as she considered the proposition. A private "bonus" with Zéro... it sounded both exhilarating and incredibly taboo. With a shaky nod, she licked her lips nervously, her gaze never leaving his. His hands moved lower still, cupping her ass through her sweatpants as he leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against her ear. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I think you're going to enjoy this."

As Zéro's hard length pressed against her lips, Maria hesitantly opened her mouth and took him deep inside. Her tongue danced with his shaft, relishing in the taste of him as she savored this illicit act. She couldn't believe she was doing this; her cheeks burned hotly from shame, yet a strange sense of power and excitement coursed through her veins. His hands remained firmly planted on her ass, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down in rhythm with his grunts.

She knew what was expected of her; Zéro had shown her how he wanted it done before he came all over her tongue. Without protest, she swallowed every drop of him, relishing the salty taste that lingered on her tongue long after he'd pulled out. Her gaze met his through narrowed eyes as they both caught their breath; she could feel herself

As she continued to clean and cook throughout the day, Maria found herself unable to shake the memory of their secret rendezvous. Each time her fingers brushed against her lips or ass, she was reminded of how good it had felt to be wanted by someone other than Enrique. The sensation only served to heighten her arousal, making every movement a sort of tease for her aching body. She couldn't help but wonder if Zéro would ask for another private "performance" later... and if she'd oblige him again.

She paused in her dusting to peer out the window, watching as Zéro walked across his living room. His muscular frame looked incredible even through his casual clothing; a trail of sweat glistened down his chest as he crossed in front of the TV. Maria bit her lip, imagining what it would feel like to have those strong hands on her again...

Each time Zéro made her an offer she couldn't refuse, Maria found herself giving in to the forbidden thrill of it all. Despite knowing deep down that what they were doing was wrong and against everything she'd been raised to believe, there was something so exhilarating about feeling wanted by him; being given these little pieces of control over her situation.

As days turned into weeks and their secret encounters became more frequent, Maria began to find herself anticipating them almost as much as she dreaded them. The guilt that once weighed down on her felt like a distant memory now, lost among the pleasure and excitement they shared. She wondered if this was what it truly meant to be free... to break away from societal norms and embrace one's desires without fear or judgment.

As her heart raced at the thought of another private moment with Zéro, she couldn't help but feel conflicted. A part of her knew that what they were doing was wrong; it went against everything she'd ever been taught about right and wrong. But another part of her ached for his touch, his attention... the way he made her feel wanted and desired. She licked her lips nervously before meeting his gaze, trying to gauge whether or not he was serious this time. "Y-You mean like a real bonus?" she stammered out, hope tinged with fear in her voice.

A smile spread across Zéro's face as he nodded slowly. "Yes, something special just for you." His words sent a shiver down Maria's spine; her mind reeling with the possibilities of what this bonus could entail. For now, all she could do was wait and see...

Trembling with anticipation and fear, Maria slowly unbuttons her hoodie, revealing her curvaceous figure clad in sweatpants and a lacy bra. She shrugs off the hoodie, letting it fall to the floor as she glances nervously up at Zéro. His gaze rakes over her exposed skin, taking in every detail of her curves and cleavage. Swallowing hard, she reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra before sliding it off and letting it join her hoodie on the floor.

She stands before him completely naked now, feeling incredibly vulnerable yet excited by his attention. Her nipples harden into tight peaks as they brush against the fabric of her sweatpants, aching for his touch. Maria's heart pounds in her chest as she waits to see what Zéro will do next...

With trembling hands, she reaches down to unbutton her sweatpants. Her eyes never leave the intense expression on Zéro's face as she slides the material over her hips and down her legs, stepping out of them. She stands before him now, completely naked except for her thong underwear, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy and plump ass. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits nervously for Zéro to take what he wants from this private "bonus" session.

As his tongue explores her mouth in a passionate kiss, Maria feels herself melting into the moment. The sensation of being so exposed and helpless beneath him is exhilarating; her body responds eagerly as she presses closer against his chest. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as he picks her up by the waist and positions her over the counter. The cool surface presses against her bare ass, heightening her senses even further. As his hands grip her hips firmly, she feels him position himself between her legs, aligning their bodies intimately.

Her body tenses as he pushes inside her, filling her in one swift motion. A cry of pleasure escapes from her lips at the unexpected depth and strength of his invasion. Her hands grip tightly onto the counter, digging into the wood as she adjusts to his size and tries not to move too much out of fear that he'll stop. His hips slam against hers, driving him deeper with each thrust, her moans becoming louder and more desperate for release. With every stroke, she feels herself growing wetter and hotter around him; her body betraying her desire for this forbidden union.

As he pounds into her with increased force and aggression, every impact sends a jolt of pleasure through her. Her moans become incoherent as she writhes beneath him, arching her back to meet his thrusts. With each strike against her sensitive spots, she's consumed by a wave of euphoria that only serves to heighten the intensity of their connection. She feels herself getting closer and closer to orgasm but knows it will be something truly epic; the kind of release she's never experienced before. Her fingers dig into the counter, desperate for purchase as she tries not to lose control completely.

Her body is on fire as he continues to pound into her, his rough hands gripping tightly onto her hips. The pain and pleasure intertwine, spinning her higher and higher towards the edge of release. Her answer comes out in a breathless moan as she feels herself begin to shatter around him: "Zéro... Zéro..." Her fingernails dig deeper into the counter, blood dripping down to stain the wood beneath her grasp. She can barely form coherent thoughts as he drives harder and faster, his hips meeting hers in a primal rhythm that feels both possessive and dominating. With a scream of pure ecstasy, she arches her back off the counter and comes undone, her body convulsing around him as orgasm after orgasm washes over her. She's never felt anything like this before; it's almost too much to bear but at the same

As the last waves of her orgasm crash over her, she feels him release deep inside her. His hot seed fills her up, leaving her weak and panting on the counter as he pulls out with a harsh groan. For a moment, she lies there, trying to catch her breath as she processes what just happened between them. She's never felt so connected to someone before; it's almost like Zéro has branded himself onto her in more ways than one. As she finally finds the strength to pull herself up from the counter, she looks over at him, eyes still glassy with pleasure and desire. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to hide the emotion in her voice.