Old Recluse Wins the Latina Lottery Pt. 03
In recent months, it's felt like a dream. I get multiple blowjobs a day from Ms. Camila Vazquez, my forty-three-year-old Latina housekeeper/sex toy. She's now used to her role, so I don't even have to ask for what I want; I just look down, and she's already on her knees with my dirty, unwashed five-inch cock in her mouth. She swallows every drop of my cum and keeps sucking until I tell her to stop. She also makes sure to put her feet in my face whenever possible, so I can defile them with my tongue using fierce licking, kissing, and sucking. I thought my life had reached its peak and couldn't get better than this.
But then came a twist. When Camila's eighteen-year-old daughter, Rosa, arrived in the US to attend college, I only saw her a couple of months later when she came to stay with us for a week during her reading period. Camila had tried her best to keep Rosa from visiting, but she ultimately ran out of excuses, and since Rosa had a week off class, it made sense for her to stay. Before her visit, while Camila was giving me her usual treatment (that is, an incredible blowjob) she expressed her concern over letting Rosa in on the arrangement between us.
"Don't worry, Camila, I won't tell her a thing. We'll keep our... activities... private," I answered. I didn't want this fantastic situation to end, even if it meant hiding my use of Camila's mouth and body.
"Yes, thank you, sir. But, I worry about sleeping in the same room as you. Can I move into a different room?"
My mornings had become special with Camila servicing me before I started the day, so I couldn't imagine losing her in my bed to accommodate a coverup story.
"No, Camila, it's not an option. I'm used to having you close by to cater to my desires," I explained.
Camila pondered how she could tell her daughter she slept with me, even though they shared a room, while not causing any suspicions.
"But sir, it will be obvious to Rosa that you're not in the best physical condition. What can we say?"
"I'm old, overweight, and out of shape. We'll tell Rosa that you help me with basic tasks like getting in and out of bed and getting dressed, so you share my room. We can even put a spare single bed in our room to avoid any suspicion," I offered.
Camila's look of concern shifted into a beautiful smile and relief.
"Yes, sir! That would work. Thank you!" she said while dramatically rolling her eyes in appreciation.
However, I wasn't just being altruistic; I wanted to keep Camila's services to myself. I'd become accustomed to waking up to her mouth on me and having her stunning feet in my face to desecrate with my tongue. After sharing my solution with Camila, she hinted that I could return the favor.
"It's not a problem, you're welcome," I replied with a smile. "Now, get back to your duties."
I indicated my still flaccid, recently drained penis to convey what should come next.
"Yes, sir," Camila answered with unexpected eagerness, as she eagerly took me back into her enchanting mouth. Because my penis was still soft after its previous use in her mouth, she started with gentle sucking and then, licked and manipulated my balls, driving me crazy. In no time, my penis was engorged once more. As soon as she placed it back in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head, I recognized the approaching orgasm and emptied my balls in her mouth. She obediently swallowed and continued sucking, while still stroking my penis. Once I was done, she rested my scrotum on her forehead, and her feet remained on my face. (1)
Rosa arrived a few days after that and was more beautiful than I anticipated. She had her mom's long, lustrous dark hair and sexy figure, but she was about 5 feet 4 inches tall and her boobs and butt were larger and firmer. Her face was gorgeous, possessing plump lips and big, deep brown eyes that made me feel like she was looking inside my soul. She came wearing sneakers, but I informed her that our house had a no shoes/socks policy, and when she took them off, I was delighted by the sight. Her skin tone was darker than her mom's (more like milk chocolate than caramel) and it made her foot tan lines stand out even more. Her toes were beautifully shaped and painted clean white, indicating she took care of her feet and visited the pedicurist often, just like her mom. Her English was flawless since she had attended a private English-speaking school, and her demeanor was totally different from her mother's. She was more confident and straightforward; she seemed to understand the impact she had on the opposite sex and made use of it.
During the first few days of her visit, I mostly stayed out of their way and allowed the girls to do their own thing. To make up for the lack of daytime blowjobs and foot worshipping sessions, I consumed more Latina sex toys than usual in the evenings. On the second-to-last day of her stay, Camila visited the salon to have her hair and nails done (I insisted on her going at least once a week) and Rosa used this opportunity to confront me:
"You're a disgusting pervert."
"Did I hear you right?"
"Yes, I know what you're making my mom do, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Don't you think I'm smart enough? Even though you're decrepit and in terrible condition, you don't genuinely need my mother in your room to attend to you. She's a frail shadow of her former self, and it's so obvious now why that is. It's due to your sexual manipulation of her."
I had no idea Camila's visa had expired, but maybe that would be useful information for later. I didn't want to engage in this conversation, so I responded:
"Listen, Rosa, this is something your mother needs to address."
"No! If she knew, she would be so ashamed that she'd die. I don't want you wrongfully utilizing her!"
"I'm not blackmailing her. I didn't even realize her visa had expired!"
Granted, I didn't know, but perhaps this could be beneficial knowledge for the future. I didn't want to get into this argument, so I responded:
"Rosa, consider this a discussion for your mother to have."
"No! She would be mortified, so devastated if she knew of my discovery. I'm asking you to cease your exploitation of her!"
"I'm not forcing her; I didn't even know about her expired visa! Do you believe your mother could pay for your college tuition based on a maid's income?"
Rosa doubted that, but she initially didn't give in to the truth.
"No, you're lying. She has savings, and on top of that, my dad contributes to my college fees!"
I thought about this for a moment and then spoke:
"That's a good point, but you haven't seen your dad in years, and he hasn't sent her a dime towards your education."
Understanding settled on Rosa's innocent face, but she was unwilling to accept the truth.
"So, are you offering her a higher salary in exchange for sex?" she asked, looking unhappy.
"No, she provides me oral pleasure whenever I require it and consents to having her feet worshipped and her breasts played with whenever I want. But I respect her religious commitment, and I've never forced her into sex."
"You're still a repulsive, lousy person," exclaimed Rosa.
"You should watch your language now that you know who pays for your education," I said with a twisted grin. "And to stop... Well, that's up to her, isn't it? No one is forcing her to be here. She can attempt to find work elsewhere, but it won't be easy without working rights here, and besides, who could afford to pay her enough to support your college tuition?" I inquired.
Rosa understood my point. She was trapped. If she missed out on an education like her mom, she'd find herself in a similarly desperate situation and they'd never escape this loop.
"But do you not have any compassion?" she cried. "You have a dick, and it requires sucking multiple times a day."
"I'm sorry, Rosa, but I've grown accustomed to this level of service from her, and she doesn't seem to be unhappy about it. She acknowledges she won't obtain a better arrangement elsewhere and does her best to accept it." (No pun intended.)
Rosa glared at me in disgust.
"Alright, you're departing the next day, go back to your studies and make the most of it considering what your mother is sacrificing for your education," I added, hoping this would resolve the argument.
"But I can't leave my mother in this circumstance! Suppose there's another method to satisfy your urges that doesn't require you to utilize her oral abilities as frequently?" she inquired with sincerity.
I had a hunch as to what she was alluding to, but at the same time, it seemed too good to be real, so I feigned ignorance;
"Yeah, that could be an alternative. But how will I fulfill my cravings without her?" I asked, pretending to be clueless.
Rosa heaved a deep sigh of despair;
"I can suck your penis."
This was a jackpot for me, and I couldn't believe what I heard and tried to conceal my grin as I answered;
"Hmmm, it could work, but how will I get my cravings satisfied?"
Rosa you're worried, could there be another way so I don't have to use your mother's mouth as much?" she pondered.
"I suppose that would work, although you live two hours away, I'm not driving two hours each time I need a blowjob," I queried jokingly.
"The offer is yours. It's up to you to figure out the rest," she informed.
I opted not to take chances and thought that I could figure out the specifics later;
"Okay, we've reached an understanding," I affirmed, trying to contain my excitement.
"So you won't use your mother's mouth as much?" she double-checked.
"Well, if I've got your mouth to savor, I won't need to, correct? Your mother won't return from the salon for a while yet, why don't you start right now?" I suggested.
Rosa trembled, realizing what she had gotten into;
"What? Immediately?"
"Yes, I have to ensure it's going to be worth my while to drive 2 hours for this. There are two constraints: you must swallow every drop and refrain from stopping until I command you," I revealed as I took her delicate hand in mine and led her into my bedroom.
I guided her onto my bed and directed her to remove my jeans. When she pulled down my underwear, she recoiled in repulsion at the strong odor and view of my manhood. While it was true that it had been sucked, and therefore somewhat cleaned, by her mother, I had washed my cock in months, and it was saturated with a potent scent of old perspiration and stale semen blended with Camila's dried saliva. She cringed and turned away, but it brought a smile to my face;
"You'll have to adapt to this, my love."
She was on the verge of refusing my request when I repositioned her so her feet were nearest my face.
"Have you ever had your toes swallowed?" I asked.
"Ew, no. You're such a freak!" she exclaimed.
"Just asking since you'll need to become accustomed to this as well," I answered while admiring her toned, caramel feet. "Start gradually since I wish to appreciate your feet first."
She expressed her discontent with my instructions, but she complied. I commenced by tasting each of her towheads individually and taking a long, deep suck for each. Simultaneously, she fondled my cock, savoring its length and girth. She wasn't as professional as her mother, but I didn't mind as it showed me that I was robbing her of her innocence with my stinky, hairy cock and that made it worthwhile. As I explored her sole with my tongue, I relished the taste of her saliva-laden skin. After sampling each toe and lingering there, I decided to intensify the blowjob.
I instructed her to pick up the tempo so I could erupt. After a couple of minutes, I was unsatisfied with her speed and took over. I rammed her head down onto my penis, causing her to choke and seek breath. I proceeded to pound her mouth harshly for a couple of minutes while sucking on her toes, and then climaxed into her mouth. She adhered to rule number one and swallowed my entire ejaculation. Once I had experienced this mass of sensory overload, I looked down to see Rosa in disarray. Tears were streaming down from her eyes and her nose was leaking as she struggled to breathe, a mixture of tears, snot, and semen validated her displeasure. To add to her discomfort, I forced her head down again to ensure she cleaned my genitalia completely.
She seemed distressed and I was overjoyed to have reined her indifferent attitude after growing tired of it in recent days.
Wow, there's plenty of work still to be done, but that was a good beginning. Make sure you clean up before your mother returns, I instructed. As she rose from the bed, I smacked her ass hard, causing her to jump before she exited the room submissively.
Earlier today, I had found myself in possession of one Latina sex plaything. However, now I had two and I was overjoyed. But it was crucial that Camila didn't discover my new agreement involving her prized child.
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