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Rosa

By: scorpionicus45



Rosa was a young Filipina girl only 18 years old and still a virgin. This wasn't because she wasn't interested in sex; instead it was because all of the boys her age seemed to be just too timid and unsure of themselves. Rosa wanted her virginity to be taken by an older, more experienced man, one with the confidence to just take what he wanted from her.

Rosa's parents had arrived from the Philippines right before she was born and they were very conservative. They attempted to push this onto their daughter but only outwardly did they succeed. Inside herself Rosa was not the conservative little girl her parents wanted her to be.

When she started high school Rosa soon met Charlotte and from then on the two were inseparable. Charlotte was blonde with very fair skin but very similar in size and height to Rosa. The similarity in size and shape of the two, their different coloration, and the fact they were together almost every possible moment caused them to soon be called the "salt and pepper twins" by their schoolmates. While the two girls each had several other female friends none of the others were as close as they were to each other.

A month into the school year Charlotte invited Rosa to sleep over at her home and this was the first time Rosa had ever done this. She worried a little about asking her parent's for permission but she really liked the idea of spending the night with her friend so she gathered her courage and asked her parents. Rosa's parent's deferred their decision until they called Charlotte's parent's but whatever was said during that conversation must have agreed with her parent's because Rosa was allowed to go spend the night with her friend. Rosa was overjoyed.

The visit to Charlotte's home was a big hit with Rosa right from the very first. Charlotte immediately pulled Rosa up to her room and locked the door. For Rosa a lock on the bedroom door wasn't something she was permitted but Charlotte had access to more privacy. When the lock clicked on the door to Charlotte's room Rosa's face broke into a wide smile. The Filipina girl immediately realized that when she was with her friend she could release her true self without having to fear suppression by her conservative parent's.

As soon as the door to her friend's room locked Rosa took immediate advantage of her new found freedom and started removing her clothes. Charlotte looked at Rosa for a moment, then smiled and began to remove her own clothes. From then on whenever the two girls were alone together they always took off their clothes and went naked. Rosa hated wearing clothes and she reveled in the feeling of freedom nudity gave her.

When both girls were nude together the nickname "salt and pepper twins" was even more apt. The two were the same height and had a similar body build, but the color of their skin, hair and eyes were almost exact opposites. Somehow this made looking at the two of them together an even more pleasant thing to do that looking at each one individually.

For the four years they were in high school together Rosa and Charlotte were virtually inseparable when they were at school and the two girls spent every possible moment together when school was not in session. Everyone soon grew used to seeing the two girls together and Rosa's parents were put at ease by the seeming disinterest both girls seemed to have toward the opposite sex. Whenever she visited Rosa's home Charlotte was always on her best behavior and exhibited none of the relaxed uninhibited behavior she normally carried on with in her own home. Rosa found the quiet seeds of rebellion growing in her heart as she continued to experience the contrasts between her own and her friend's lifestyles. Rosa vowed she would escape from her parent's strict lifestyle as soon as she was eighteen and legally independent.

Highly intelligent and exhibiting an unusual wisdom for a girl her age Rosa realized that in order to become independent she would also have to be financially independent, able to afford her own place to live, no matter how humble it might be. When she was sixteen Rosa found herself a part time job in a clothing store. Rosa was careful to keep her grades in school steady after she started working which allayed any concerns her parents might have had about her job. Telling her parent's she was saving her money for college, a half truth, Rosa quietly salted away the funds she would need when the time came to declare her independence.

Rosa's mother ensured the clothes her daughter wore concealed most of the young girl's burgeoning beauty. In addition Rosa's mother regaled her daughter with exaggerated tales of how exposing her body would incite men to attack and rape her. Unknown to the mother however, the tales of rapacious male lust she told her daughter were actually having the opposite effect to what she was intending. In reality Rosa found the tales of rape and sexual assault upon exposed beauty very exciting, though she wisely completely hid this from her mother. Without realizing it Rosa's mother had found the subject best suited to exciting her daughter's budding sexuality.

Rosa's mother admonished her about keeping her body covered very frequently and every time there was an accompanying tale of how failure to do so would draw violently lustful attention from males. Except, of course, it was exactly the type of sexual attention that excited Rosa the most, though she had so far avoided actually experiencing it in reality. But her mother's frequent tales were beginning to influence what Rosa wanted for her life after she gained her independence from her parents. Soon Rosa's sexual fantasies were filled with images of her appearing nude in front of an attractive male, who then proceeded to have his way with her in any way he wanted. While keeping these thoughts carefully concealed from her mother Rosa soon decided it was something she actually wanted to experience as soon as possible after she became independent.

Rosa did however tell her friend Charlotte about her fantasies which excited her friend almost as much as it did herself. Soon during the many sleepovers Rosa had at Charlotte's house the two girls would role-play Rosa's fantasies, with Rosa always playing the role of the helpless victim. During these sessions Rosa allowed her friend to do anything she wanted to do to her, except break her hymen. This Rosa wanted to save for her future real male partner once she was free from her parents. The idea of being forced to helplessly accept a male penis into her virgin pussy excited the young Filipina girl no end. This horny excitement was only partially satisfied by the sexual relationship she now participated in fully with her friend Charlotte. 

During the latter part of her senior year in high school Rosa began to make pans in earnest for her escape from her parent's repressive control. Upon graduating from high school Rosa planned to begin working full time at the clothing store while going to school part time at a local university. Assuming she would be able to find some sort of inexpensive housing this plan would allow Rosa to live completely independent of her strict parents, able to ride out any disapproval they might have of her choices in life.

After graduating from high school Rosa began working full time at the clothing store and preparing for her rapidly approaching eighteenth birthday. As the day of her independence approached Rosa began searching for a place where she could afford to live as well as something offering potential to satisfy her pent up sexual needs. After looking at the options available Rosa settled upon finding herself a room in a house with a male roommate. This seemed to be an environment which would allow Rosa to incite the sexual attacks she craved, especially if she would find an attractive and interesting roommate.

Rosa was careful to only work on her search for a new home during those times she was visiting Charlotte, leaving her parents none the wiser about her plans. Charlotte soon expressed an interest in joining her friend in her new home once she found it and Rosa immediately accepted this idea. Rosa promised Charlotte that as soon as she moved to her new place and received her initial experience Charlotte could move in with her. As her birthday approached Rosa increased her efforts to find the right place to live.

****

I bought the house as soon as the sale of my business to a larger competitor closed. I made enough from the sale to live comfortably for the rest of my life just from the interest and I wanted a house appropriate to my new circumstances. The place set me back three and a half million and had seven bedrooms on two floors. It was only after I moved in that I realized that perhaps the house was bigger than I really needed since I was the only one living in it.

Cleaning and gardening were soon solved by hiring people to come in weekly to clean the house and do all of the yard work. But living in that big house all by myself quickly became a lonely experience and I soon decided to take on a room mate to help liven things up at home. With several community colleges and a university in town it shouldn't be hard to find a pretty student girl who needed a place to live. I didn't need the money but it was too quiet in the house and if the first tenant worked out perhaps I would eventually bring in several more.

I put an ad in the newspaper and soon I started getting calls about the room. Those who were still interested after my initial phone interview I invited to come to the house and look over the room I had set aside for them. My own room was on the second floor which I had made pretty much into my own apartment but I did use the kitchen on the first floor to prepare my meals. Since the room I was offering was on the first floor I would have all the privacy I might need.

The first few girls who came to look over the room were impressed with the house and the room but I wasn't impressed with them. Fortunately since I was renting a room in my own home I had a lot of discretion in who I rented to so I wasn't going to rent the room to someone I didn't want. Finally after a week someone showed up who seemed to be a much better prospect for the kind of roommate I wanted.

The girl who arrived to look over the house and room was named Rosa Mendoza and was one of the prettiest girls I'd seen in a while. Her friend Charlotte drove her to the house and looked the room over with her. Both girls were very enthusiastic about the house and Rosa quickly informed me she wanted to take the room. Since she seemed to be exactly the kind of roommate I was looking for I quickly agreed. I collected the first month's rent from Rosa and she left after telling me she would be back to move in the next day.

***

The search for a place to live took Rosa several months and her eighteenth birthday came and went without any luck in finding the kind of living environment she wanted. It seems that every place she looked at either seemed like a place where nothing would happen, or inhabited by creepy people who made her uncomfortable and made her feel like they would hurt her in ways she didn't want. Finally almost a month after her eighteenth birthday Rosa went to look over another potential place to live, getting her friend Charlotte to drive her there since Rosa did not have her own car yet.

It did not take Rosa long to discover this place was different from any of the ones she had seen before. The house was located in an upscale neighborhood close with a grocery store and bus stops close by. The house was large, well maintained, and tastefully furnished, yet the rent the owner was asking for the room was surprisingly low, easily fitting into what Rosa could afford with her salary from the clothing store. The owner of the home, Dave, while in his early 50's, was obviously wealthy and very polite. When Rosa thought about what might happen if she moved in to his home she felt a tingle of excitement.

The more she saw of the house and its owner the more excited Rosa became. Charlotte was equally as excited about the place and soon told Rosa her opinion the house that the house seemed to be perfect for her. With this advice Rosa made up her mind she wanted to live in this house and she told the owner she really wanted to live there. Rosa was overjoyed when she learned she could move in as soon as she wanted to. She paid the first month's rent, received a key to the front door, and left, promising to return the next day with her things.

***

The next day Rosa arrived with everything she owned in the back of Charlotte's car. The two girls spent the next half an hour unloading the car and moving everything into Rosa's room. Charlotte left soon after the car was unloaded, she needed to go to work, and this left Rosa alone in her new room. Rosa spent some time putting things away, making her new bed, and getting used to the feeling of actually being free in her own place. The feeling of freedom she felt was exhilarating.

Once she had everything put away and arranged the way she wanted Rosa decided to take the first step in taking advantage of her new freedom. With a thrill of excitement Rosa stripped off her clothes and put them away. Nude she lay down on her bed to relax and think about what she wanted to do next. Rosa wanted to make her long suppressed desires and fantasies happen but faced with the reality of actually doing it she hesitated. Rosa was excited but at the same time a little fearful of the unknown.

As she lay there on her new bed Rosa's sexual arousal started to swell and her increasing horniness pumped up the Filipina girl's courage. Rosa began to imagine the feeling of getting up and walking around the house nude, her body completely exposed to Dave's eyes. Rosa's pussy grew warm and wet and her nipples hardened as she imagined how the sight of her nude body would cause Dave to lose control and take her. This idea excited Rosa so much that she was impelled to get up off of her bed and walk to the door to her room.

If Dave had been anywhere near to the entrance of her room Rosa might not have found the courage to come out but when she looked out into the hallway she found it deserted. Dave was currently on the second floor, this left the way clear for Rosa to gather enough courage to venture out of her room naked. Emboldened Rosa left her room to explore the house and enjoy the feeling of exposure she felt.

The house was quiet and seemed deserted except for Rosa as she slowly explored the first floor. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement as she wandered around the house, still nude. She walked hesitantly at first but with growing confidence as the first floor of the house remained deserted. Rosa knew that Dave was home but with the large size of the house and the two floors the two who lived there could easily have the feeling they were each alone in the house. For Rosa this helped her to muster the courage needed to do what she wanted to do.

Rosa walked down the hall and checked out each of the other three bedrooms on the first floor. Each bedroom contained a queen size bed and other basic furnishings but was otherwise obviously uninhabited. She found a utility room containing an expensive washer and dryer as well as a large chest freezer. The kitchen was large and well appointed, and there was both a small breakfast nook and a much larger dining area. A large, plush, well furnished living room rounded out the interior of the first floor.

Looking out into the back yard Rosa could see a large patio, pool, and a well tended garden area beyond the pool. The entire back yard was surrounded by a tall wooden fence that made it into a private area, Rosa immediately saw that she would be able to swim and sunbathe nude if she wanted to. This idea excited the Filipina girl even more but she quickly decided to leave going outside nude for another time. 

Rosa went into the living room, sat down on the couch, and picked up the remote control for the large screen TV that dominated one side of the room. Rosa spent a few minutes idly going through the available channels; it seemed that Dave subscribed to every available cable channel including several adult channels. Rosa soon tired of the TV and she shut it off. She slid down on the couch until she was lying on it and her excited pussy was now in control of Rosa and she slid one leg down to the floor, exposing her sex completely to whoever might enter the living room. The Filipina girl just lay there and enjoyed the feeling of being able to do this for the very first time.

***

I'd had some work to do that morning in my upstairs office which kept me there until the early afternoon. I had heard Rosa arrive during that time and from the sound of things she and her friend were moving her stuff into her new room. Feeling curious about my new roommate I checked on them from time to time from my office window whenever I heard the door open down below. After about an hour I noticed that Rosa's friend Charlotte got into her car and left by herself, leaving Rosa behind.

After working for a couple more hours I was able to finish it for the day. I shut down my computer, stretched, and went downstairs to the living room. When I walked into the room the sight that awaited me there caused me to stop dead in the doorway. Just as I had hoped Rosa had come out of her room but what I wasn't expecting was what she was wearing. Rosa wasn't wearing anything at all; the girl was lying on the couch, completely nude.

The Filipina girl was lying on the couch with her feet toward me and her legs spread wide, one foot even down on the floor. This gave me a clear view of Rosa's shaved pussy and she had one hand down teasing it idly while her other hand cupped her own left breast. The girl HAD to know that she could be discovered in such a state at any moment and after thinking for a moment I realized that was exactly what Rosa wanted. But I had to stop and think for a minute about how I wanted to handle this situation. I decided to just act as if there was nothing special about what Rosa was doing, act naturally as if the girl was completely dressed, even though she was completely naked.

I walked into the room and sat down in my favorite chair which just happened to be at the end of the couch toward which Rosa's feet were closest. As I entered the room I noticed Rosa's eyes go wide as she noticed me and for a split instant her hands moved to cover herself and then relaxed, leaving her still completely exposed to my eyes. This confirmed that Rosa did indeed want me to see her like she was now, nude and completely exposed.

"So how do you like the house so far?" I asked Rosa once I had settled in my chair.

"I love it!" the girl replied with unfeigned enthusiasm. "I feel so free here!"

"I can see that," I said with a smile, making a reference to her nudity.

"You don't mind, do you Dave?" the girl asked with just a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"I don't mind at all, Rosa. Why should I?"

"You really don't mind if I am like this?" Rosa asked.

"No. You can do whatever you want; it's your home now as much as mine."

"Thank you, Dave!" Rosa said, her body relaxing a bit and after a moment I noticed her spreading her legs even wider, showing her pussy off to me even more.

Since I am a normal male there was no way I was going to object to Rosa's display, as long as it was what she really wanted. Before renting the room to her I had checked the birth date on her driver's license and she was old enough to decide what she wanted to do with her body. I was just going to enjoy the show and see what the girl did next.

Rosa's hand grew bolder and she was openly masturbating and definitely getting off of doing it in front of me. I could see her face and chest were becoming flushed and her nipples seemed to be tightly erect. Rosa's hand on her clit moved faster and then suddenly her hips lifted and her breath caught as she came. Then Rosa relaxed and her hips fell back down on the couch and she lay quietly for a couple of minutes recovering from her orgasm.


Rosa, My Love



My name's Mark Dowd, and until a few months ago I was a corporate lawyer with Crombie, Noble, Hansen and Petrie, one of the giants of American law, with offices in New York and half a dozen other major cities across the country, plus London, Paris and Rome. I'm 31, six-feet-one tall and, if I say so myself, good looking, with typical black Irish features -- vigorous hair the colour of jet, flashing dark eyes and high cheekbones that I flatter myself give me a kind of Heathcliff look. I work out regularly enough that I'm trim without being a Schwarzenegger-build-alike. Dad and Mom died in an auto crash a few years ago; he was considered one of the giants among East Coast jurists, and as their sole beneficiary any financial concerns I might ever have had -- as if -- went with them. (My listing in The New Yorker's 100 Most Eligible Bachelors a few years ago, courtesy of an old girlfriend who was a journalist there, was embarrassing.)

Entering the law wasn't so much a career decision for me as an inheritance. After graduating Harvard I chose to join CNHP rather than my old man's venerable Boston firm, and I opted for the New York office to move out of his sphere of influence. Despite that, in my first couple of years I got totally sick of hearing the phrase, always delivered in reverential tones, "He's Jordan Dowd's boy". It was dreaming of one day hearing "Jordan was Mark Dowd's father" that drove me in the early days. In a firm like ours 70-plus hour weeks aren't just common, they're expected. No-one tells you that, it's just known that that's what required if you want to rise to the top in a pool of ambitious young sharks who'll give you their friendliest smile as they rip out your guts. At the point when my tale starts I was probably within two years of partner status, moving towards salary and bonuses in the very high six figures, probably seven with the right client base and enough billable hours. 

I knew I had a problem when my supervising partner, Mitchell McKendrick, called me in to his office. He and I had met with one of our biggest corporate clients earlier in the day, and at one point I'd completely goofed out. I'd called the client -- a stuffy WASP -- Mr Gerschowitz, I'd forgotten the name of the business rival they were prosecuting (in my own defense, there have been so many in the past couple of years), and generally I'd looked like an incompetent paralegal on my first day in the job as I leafed wildly through my file. The moment passed, but not without a long, uncomfortable silence from both McKendrick and the client. So I knew I was going to get chewed out. I wasn't prepared for the full message he had for me though.

McKendrick's only about ten years older than me, but as I sat in front of his huge antique desk he gave me a fatherly smile, which is always a bad sign in a stuffed shirt like him. "Mark," he began, "we're worried about you...have been for a little while now. It's not just the, er, embarrassment earlier today, there have been one or two other problems reported as well." I desperately searched my mind for what they might be, while still trying to listen to MM. "You're going to be a very good lawyer, Mark. Hell, you are a very good lawyer. You've got a bright future with CNHP, and we don't want to see that go to waste." I started to wonder who 'we' were -- who else had he discussed me with?

"So here's what we're suggesting. We'd like you to take a few weeks out -- a month say -- to recharge the old batteries. Don't think about the law, just go home, relax, and re-focus your mind. You know what? You should tell Lisa to take some of that leave she's owed, and the two of you should go see Europe." Lisa, my 'significant other', was also a lawyer in the NY office. McKendrick continued, "Our guys over there can help with bookings and stuff. What do you think?" I started to protest but MM held up a silencing hand and, for the first time, looked uncomfortable. "This isn't exactly a suggestion Mark. We take the wellbeing of our team very seriously, and Marcus Freeland feels that, in the long-term, this will be in the best interests of both you and the firm." Jesus Christ, he'd talked about my 'problems' with our Executive Board member. I'd only ever met Freeland a handful of times; but of course, the old bastard had known my dad half his life, and no doubt he felt the firm had to play right by 'Jordan Dowd's boy'.

And that was it. With a "Take care of yourself, Mark," McKendrick swiveled his eyes down to a paper on his desk to indicate the interview was over. I took the back stairs down the ten flights to the parking garage rather than walk back through the office under the curious, and malicious, eyes, of all my colleagues. I'd call Lisa to pick up my coat and my attaché case. My God -- in an environment like CNHP, four weeks out was close to professional suicide. Not only would I be missing out on dozens of opportunities, and hundreds of billable hours; whenever in the future the partners were looking for prospects to pull further up the ladder, I'd be the guy with a month's gap on his sick record. As for Europe, Lisa was as aware of the realities as I was: she was less likely to take four weeks' leave than the Republicans were to pick a black lesbian presidential candidate.

The thing I most wanted to do at that moment was crawl into the nearest bar and get slammed. Instead I got into my Smart Coupe and headed towards the Brooklyn Bridge. Lisa said I was nuts buying a two-seat car shaped like a bubble, but it's a big help winding through the Manhattan traffic. I was tense all the way home, and my jaw ached from being clamped as I tried not to think about my immediate future. I didn't even begin to relax until I got into my beautiful red brick Federal-style house in Brooklyn Heights, a couple of minutes from The Promenade and the breathtaking view back to Manhattan across the East River. Then I slumped into my favorite armchair and stared at the wall. I was still there four hours later when Lisa arrived home, to find me in darkness. She was sympathetic, naturally, but nervous, as if she maybe thought whatever I'd got was catching. In bed that night she held me with a tenderness unusual for her. I lay awake thinking for the first time about what I could do for the next month. I'd always believed that I had a great novel in me: now my employers had given me the window of opportunity to get down to writing it. And when I was a kid I'd shown some talent for art. I'd always thought the East River view would look great in a watercolor, or maybe a pencil sketch. I decided that CNHP hadn't stabbed me in the back: in reality they'd helped me find myself. Yeah, right.

The next day, Friday, I was still in bed at two in the afternoon, having unable as yet to motivate myself to leap into the wonderful new life I was going to build. Finally, I was roused by noises from another room. Clearly our Filipino cleaner, Percela, had arrived -- she came in twice a week. Realizing I'd have to give her access to the bedroom I dragged myself to my feet, stretching and yawning furiously. At that moment the door opened -- to reveal a woman I'd never seen in my life before. She gasped on seeing me. I couldn't blame her for where her eyes went first; after all, where would most women look when coming unexpectedly on a young, well-toned naked man standing in front of them? She mumbled some sort of apology in Spanish and darted out of the room. Cursing under my breath I pulled on a robe and followed, to find out what the hell was going on.

The woman was in the dining room, polishing the table and concentrating hard on not noticing me. She looked Latino, about 40 I guessed, and was dressed simply, in a gray sports shirt, a knee-length black skirt and scuffed, flat-soled black sandals. I thought the slight flush in her face was probably a result of the unfortunate incident a moment earlier. Clearing my throat, I said, "Look, I'm sorry about that. Where's Percela?"

She turned towards me, but seemed reluctant to meet my eyes. I was immediately struck by a livid scar across her left cheek, an angry white against her taffy-colored skin. Shrugging, she said, "I don' know, Missus just tell me come in Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Sorry, I din' know you here, otherwise I knock." She pronounced 'you' as 'jhou'. I gave her a reassuring smile and told her I didn't know I'd be here either. She said her name was Rosa, and she'd been working for us for about two months. I left that side of things to Lisa. I left Rosa to it and went to shower, carefully locking the bathroom door. When I finished I made myself a coffee and asked if she'd like one. Still looking embarrassed by my presence she declined, saying she had to finish her work and get her bus.

By the time Rosa arrived for her duties the following Monday I had started on my novel. Two days of thought and effort had produced one whole sentence, and about twenty deleted second sentences. I greeted Rosa then shut myself away in my study while she worked around me. Eventually I made a coffee and again offered her one. Again she declined. This time I replied, "Look Rosa, I guess I'm gonna be around here quite a bit in the next couple of weeks. I feel uncomfortable just sitting here while you work so hard around me and call me 'sir' all the time. It'd be a favor to me if you'd stop to have a coffee with me, really, and I'll even help you with the cleaning so you don't lose time, if you show me what to do. And by the way, please call me Mark."

Rosa still seemed reluctant, but agreed to share coffee with me. In doing so she relaxed a bit, and began to talk freely. I learnt her surname was Gutierrez, and that she was from a small village a few miles outside Guatemala City. In addition to cleaning house for us, and several other households, she worked evenings in a restaurant near her home in Queens. She was actually 38, and had come to New York at 19. She'd fallen pregnant almost immediately, and had found a fellow countryman willing to marry her. He had deserted her some years later, and it was he who had given her the vicious knife wound on her cheek. She'd been on her own since then. She now had two children, Angelina, who was doing very well at secretarial college, and Julio, who was a good boy but a bit of a handful, as kids are at 13. Almost shyly, Rosa asked if I'd like to see photos of Angelina and Julio. I said I'd love to. They were both attractive, with their mother's rich black hair, dazzling smile, fine facial features and warm brown eyes.

After we finished our coffee Rosa set me to a bit of light dusting and hanging out the clothes she'd washed for us. She'd mentioned when we spoke that to get home she had to get a bus and two subway trains. On hearing that I called her a cab. She tried to argue, but I insisted, and told her I'd book her a regular ride home in future. I thought Lisa would be pleased I was getting on well with Rosa, but she hit the roof. "Jesus Christ Mark, why don't you just double her wage while you're at it? We pay her the going rate, that's what she expects, if I wanted to pay more I'd have gone to an agency." I feebly tried to argue that Rosa was worth the extra, that she earned it, but Lisa wouldn't hear me out. "Oh, great. Hey, next time we go to Mr Singh's mini-mart for eggs and milk, why don't we just pay him what we think he should get, instead of the marked price on the goods? And I'm sure we should be giving taxi drivers more every time we take a ride. Christ Mark, I know you've got issues at the moment, but I'm the only one bringing any money into this house right now, I think I should maybe make the decision on what we pay the domestic help, don't you? I'm going to have to get rid of that woman now and take new help on."

"Don't!" I think the vehemence in my voice took us both a little by surprise. More calmly, I said, "I'm paying for Rosa's cabs, not you, and you will not sack her simply because you're pissed at me." Lisa didn't argue, but she sulked for the next two days. On the issue about the money, I didn't bother to point out to her that the house was mine, paid for out of the considerable inheritance I had sitting in the bank, and the profit on my investments.

Rosa and I continued to have coffee together and I enjoyed our chats, hearing about her kids' latest escapades, her family back in Guatemala, her little village, looking at photos and discussing news events with her: she always took a keen interest in world affairs. I think it was probably on the third occasion after my row with Lisa that I realized I was becoming seriously attracted to Rosa. Physically, she and Lisa could hardly have been more different. Lisa was three years younger than me, Rosa seven years older. Lisa was only a couple of inches shorter than me and, like most of my girlfriends over the years, slim to the point of slight boniness; Rosa was maybe five-five, certainly not fat, but padded, with rounded curves -- whereas Lisa could probably have gone bra-less without it being noticed, Rosa's impressive bust was one of the first things you saw about her. Lisa's short red-blond hair was in direct contrast to Rosa's blue-black locks, pinned up while she worked, but hanging freely on her shoulders when she arrived and left. Lisa wouldn't be seen dead in public without a designer outfit, and her angular face immaculately made-up; Rosa had probably never owned a designer label in her life, rarely wore much make-up on her rounded features, and made no attempt to hide her scar. Lisa's hands were manicured, with long, carefully painted nails; Rosa's were the hands of an honest working woman, with nails clipped sensibly short.

It wasn't just physically that I was drawn to Rosa though. I found her stories of her extended family fascinating, and she seemed genuinely interested in things I had to say too. She had a dry sense of humor, similar to my own, and we often found ourselves chortling quietly together over the quirks of humanity. She had a deep voice which came from her throat, delivered with a slow cadence, still strongly tinged with her sexy Guatemalan accent, so different to Lisa's rapid, impatient New England whine. With my private education, then Harvard, then the marbled halls of Crombie, Noble, Hansen and Petrie and their wealthy clients, I'd never really known anyone like Rosa before. Increasingly I found myself looking forward to my conversations with her, anticipating them, thinking of things I wanted to say to her. Increasingly, especially with legal work a taboo subject, I found that Lisa and I really had very little to say to each other.

On the occasion when things changed between Rosa and me, I'd bought her a gift -- she'd mentioned her birthday was coming up - a small pendant, set with a tiny sapphire. As I stood behind her chair to secure it around her neck she protested that she couldn't possibly accept it. I told her quite firmly, "Yes you can. I bought it especially for you, it really wasn't that expensive, and I very much want you to have it. Please."

As I said it I rested my hands lightly on her shoulders, for emphasis. She sighed. "Mmm, that's nice. I ache sometimes from all the rubbing and pushing." Without even thinking about it I began to gently knead her neck and shoulders, as I occasionally did for Lisa. My partner never seemed comfortable with it, but Rosa groaned with sheer pleasure, rolling her head slowly before allowing it to fall back. I carried on for a couple of minutes, then I think we both became very aware of the effect our physical contact was having on us. I removed my hands, and Rosa stood quickly and, not looking at me, thanked me, then got on with her cleaning. As she left for the day though, she placed her hands on my shoulders, craned up and gave me a small peck on the cheek, saying, "Thank you for the necklace, it very sweet of you."

The next time she came over Rosa was wearing 'our' pendant. As usual I helped her with a few small tasks. I had allowed some linguini to boil over on the stove the previous evening, and was trying to clean off the resulting mess. Rosa watched me with an amused grin for a while, then said, "You have to attack it, not stroke it." Giggling, she placed her hand over mine and pushed down hard, shuttling my hand back and forth across the stain. It came off and gradually the movement of our hands slowed, until they had stopped, Rosa's warm, soft palm and fingers still resting on the back of my hand. I realized that our heads had been drawn very close together. I inclined mine forward, bringing our lips to within a couple of inches of each other. Rosa's lips were slightly open, seeming to invite a kiss. Our eyes locked ...then with a small gasp she moved quickly away, busying herself with washing a cloth under the faucet. For the rest of our time together that day the sexual tension between us was palpable. When Rosa left she refused to look me in the face. I almost grabbed her arm, pulled her back, and told her we had to address what was growing between us -- I almost did.

I was worried about how things would be between us the next time Rosa showed up. She tried to pretend that nothing had happened, but she couldn't keep it up, and I was like a cat on a hot tin roof. Finally, I took Rosa's hands, sat her down at the kitchen table and told her we had to talk about the situation. She stared past me and said, nervously, "I don' know what you talk about. Situation is I clean for you, is all."

I shook my head. "Come on, Rosa, you know what I mean. I'm...I find myself very attracted to you; and I can't help feeling you find me attractive too." 

She shook her head and looked me in the eye. "You with missus. Anything between us would not be right. We friends, but just friends -- let's stay that way Mark." Again I shook my head and, taking her hand in mine, told her I didn't want us to stay that way. She pulled her hand away and stood, turning her back on me and hugging her arms around herself, as if cold. Still not looking at me, she said, "I don' know how I feel. I need time to think. You drop this now, please, and I think about it. I promise." Then she left the room. I stayed sitting at the table for awhile, feeling confused and miserable. I had thought I loved Lisa, but now every time we were together we seemed to irritate each other; and I couldn't stop thinking about Rosa, when she was there and when she wasn't there. I wanted to respect her wish to give her time to think; but I also wanted to let her know how I really felt, so she could think about that. Hesitantly I went to find her. 

She was standing in the bathroom, just finishing off cleaning the frosted glass window. She had her back to me but sensed my presence, and tensed. Slowly I moved to within inches of her. Not sure how to begin, or exactly what I wanted to say, I began, "Rosa, I..." 

Acting without any instructions from me, my arms reached around her waist. I don't know whether I was going to turn her round, or pull her to me, or what, but before I could do anything she fell back onto me, and I felt her soft butt pressing against my groin. With a sound that was half a sigh, half an anguished groan, she whispered, "Mark, this is so wrong. Please don' do this." She didn't pull away though, even when I pressed my lips into her hair and kissed her. She was wearing a cotton blouse that day, and one of my fingers found its way between two buttons and stroked the warm, soft flesh of her belly. She groaned again, muttering, "Oh mi Dios!", then squirmed around in my arms to face me. Suddenly we were kissing, more passionately than I'd kissed Lisa in a long time, our tongues dueling for supremacy.

If I'd thought about how I'd have wanted my first encounter with Rosa to be, I'd have said tender and sweet. This wasn't: it was wild and desperate, as we both unleashed the strong emotions that had been building to boiling point within us. As we kissed I pushed her up against the wall and scrabbled at her skirt, pulling it up around her waist and sliding my hand under the waistband of her big, unglamorous panties. I found another difference from Lisa: my girlfriend had a Brazilian wax, just a short thin strip of hair extending down her pubic bone; Rosa had a luxurious, untamed bush, and I trailed my fingers through it as she moaned and gripped my shoulders with her hands. I reached downwards and traced a finger along her slit. She pulled away from the kiss then and buried her face in my chest, panting as I slipped two fingers inside her. I found her clitoris with my thumb, and tweaked it, finger-fucking her while she rocked and gasped against me. One of her hands left my shoulder and I felt her palm rubbing up and down my cock through my pants. Rosa's knees seemed to give way and we slipped to the floor, my fingers still inside her. Suddenly she gave an almighty gasp, her hips bucked wildly, and I felt her gash become slicker as she hugged me tightly to her.




Rosa, My Love



Afterwards we lay on the bathroom floor, kissing tenderly and stroking each other's hair, while I silently cursed the fact that I didn't have a single condom anywhere in the goddamn house. Slowly we disentangled ourselves and finished the cleaning, constantly glancing at each other, and pausing frequently to hug or to exchange light kisses. When Rosa left that day, I felt happier than I had in months.

That evening, Lisa was home late. I was peeved that she hadn't let me know, as I'd cooked. She was flushed with excitement when she arrived. She pecked me on the cheek and said, "Sorry honey, I'll order in pizza. But I'm working with Gary Gillespie on a big contract for Jefferson Nagle, and I guess we're going to have to put in a few extra hours." I should have felt jealous, on two counts. The Jefferson Nagle Corporation was a huge construction industry client that I'd had dealings with in the past, and the contract Lisa was negotiating was worth millions -- it should have been mine. The other reason for jealousy was her partner on the deal, Gary Gillespie. He and I had joined the firm on the same day, and had one of those complex relationships that sits on the border between close friendship and mutual hatred. He was what a colleague from London had described as a 'shyster', at least as ambitious as me, but totally ruthless, believing that the end justified pretty much any means. I knew he'd dated Lisa before she moved in with me, but I'd had the impression she'd rather come to despise him. So I was a little surprised that they'd been teamed up on the Jefferson Nagle deal; but not jealous. A few weeks earlier I'd have been kicking the furniture and throwing my cell phone at the wall over being shut out of that work, but that night I just felt slight regret, and never really thought any more about Lisa's interaction with Gary.

I was really looking forward to seeing Rosa when she came round again, but I was to be disappointed. The morning she was due I awoke to a message from her on my cell phone. She'd left it in the early hours, when she must have known I wouldn't be awake to answer it. She sounded hesitant and upset. "Hi Mark, is Rosa...look, I...sorry, I not come over no more, I quit. You tell the missus for me, yes? It just...I can't do this Mark. You an' me, we from diff'rent worlds, it jus' crazy to even think about goin' on. You got the missus, and I don' wanna be your little spic mistress. So we stop while we can. You nice guy, an' I hope I don' hurt you, but...this best, for you and me, an' my kids. 'Bye, I...'bye"

I slumped onto the bed in a daze. It occurred to me for the first time that I really hadn't given any thought to where my relationship with Rosa would go, what I would say to Lisa, whether I would say anything at all. But I knew, suddenly and with a sick feeling of absolute certainty, that I couldn't bear not to see Rosa again. I also knew that I felt things for her that I simply couldn't remember feeling for Lisa -- that maybe I never had truly felt for her. I kind of consider myself a 'new man', but I hadn't cried since my mother died; I realized then though, with amazement, that my throat had closed up with emotion and big, burning tears were trailing down my cheeks. I angrily swiped them away and stomped to the shower, cursing at increasing volume.

I wasn't prepared to tell Lisa that Rosa had gone. That day I cleaned house myself. I wasn't as good as Rosa, but I knew from her what to do. By the time I finished I was exhausted and bathed in sweat, but I'd developed a plan. I knew the name of the restaurant Rosa waited table at, I was going to go right over there and beg her not to end our relationship, pretty much before it even started, promise whatever I had to in order to change her mind. I showered, scribbled Lisa a hurried note that I'd had to go out, and prepared for my trip.

I didn't know Queens that well; mostly my trips there had been either to Flushing Meadow for the US Open tennis, or Shea Stadium for occasional Mets games, usually with a corporate client. I knew parts of the area could be pretty shady though, and I didn't want to look like a walking victim, so I hunted out from my closet my oldest jeans, a plain black T-shirt and a beat up leather jacket I hadn't worn for years. I mussed up my hair too. When I looked in the mirror I saw an upper-middle class geek looking like he was trying out for a college production of Grease. I shrugged -- it was the best I could do. I thought it unwise to take my little car, so I took a cab to Roosevelt Avenue in the Corona district of Queens. All the way I rehearsed what I was going to say to Rosa -- the cabbie must have thought I was learning my lines as Danny Zuko!

The cab dropped me at a street corner and I walked the short distance to the restaurant, La Romana Barra y Diner. It was large, paneled with dark wood, the back wall filled by a long bar, over which hung a flag with a white cross dividing red and blue quarters, some sort of crest in the center. The place was also crowded and noisy, with something that sounded like a mariachi band on speed blaring from the sound system. It took me a few seconds to spot Rosa, flitting between the tables, pausing to share a joke with a customer. She was simply dressed in a white blouse and black skirt, a little longer and more flowing than the one she wore when she came to my home. Her hair hung loose about her shoulders, and she looked quite beautiful. I felt my stomach tighten and my loins twitch at the sight of her. She didn't see me, and I made my way to one of the tables it looked as if she covered.

I was disappointed at first when a different waitress, a pretty young blond who sounded more Italian than Hispanic, came over to take my order. I nearly asked her to let Rosa know I was there, but something stopped me. I pulled on the Presidente beer the girl brought me and gazed around me at the other diners, mainly Hispanic, laughing, talking and generally having fun. I was roused from my reverie by a small gasp, and looked up to see Rosa standing over me, a steaming plate of spiced barbecue chicken in her hand. She hissed, "Mark, what you do here?" and glanced around nervously, as if our guilty secret was displayed in flashing lights for anyone to see.

I tried for a nonchalant smile, but didn't quite pull it off. "I'm eating -- well, I'm about to. Rosa, can you get a few minutes? We need to talk." She closed her eyes in despair and started to argue, but I interrupted her. "Please? This may be the most important conversation I'll have in my entire life." Blowing air from her cheeks, she slapped the plate down in front of me and said she'd see what she could do before stalking away. 

Two minutes later she was back, a fluffy pale blue sweater pulled over her blouse. She sat opposite me with a wine glass filled with gently fizzing water. She gave me a weary smile and said, "Rico says to take my break now." I glanced towards the bar and saw a slim man in his fifties with a pencil moustache watching us with curiosity. Rosa spoke again. "So what you want, Mark?"

I laid down my knife and fork; suddenly I felt too nervous to eat anyway. "I think you know what I want, Rosa. No, let me finish. I think I'm...no, I know I'm in love with you. And I think you care about me too." She closed her eyes for a moment, but opened them again and continued to silently listen to me with a frown. "I...neither of us planned for this to happen, but it has and I can't escape that. I want us to be together. You were right about what you said, it wouldn't be fair to Lisa, or to you, to sneak around behind her back. That's why I'm going to tell her it's over between us." Rosa sat up straight and drew breath to speak, but I held my hand up to stall her. "I'm going to tell Lisa whether you agree to give me a chance or not; because, either way, not telling her wouldn't be fair to her either.

"I don't love Lisa. I don't think I ever really have. It's funny, you think you love someone, then you meet someone else and you realize that, until that moment, you didn't really know what love felt like before, and you know that what you felt then wasn't it. Does that make sense?"

Rosa's frown had faded, to be replaced by a look of uncertainty. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and she gnawed on it absent-mindedly. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, she reached across to me and curled her fingers into mine. "Oh Mark, I...you a lovely, sweet guy, I'd be honored to be with you, but...I can't, it can't work, we from two diff'rent worlds. My life is here in Corona, my friends, Julio's just startin' to do well in school, I cou'n't just leave that behind."

I squeezed her fingers. "I'm not asking you to -- I'll come and live with you." I couldn't help smiling as her jaw dropped in astonishment. "I mean it Rosa -- I'd love in a hole in the desert if it meant I could be with you."

She shook her head, disbelieving. "But you don' know nothin' 'bout me."

I smiled again. "Sure I do -- I know all about your widowed mom, and your three brothers and two sisters, and your life in your unpronounceable village; I know about Angelina and Julio, and your time with Raimundo, and what the bastard did to you." Unconsciously she stroked her fingers down the scar on her cheek. "I know you have to use half a can of air freshener when you clean the Rosens' place to get rid of the stale cigar smell. I know how you like to go out on Monday nights with Anita, and Margarida, and Luisa. I know all that about you Rosa. And I know you're a sweet, funny, smart, beautiful lady, who I love being with, and who I can't stop thinking about when I'm not with you."

Rosa still looked amazed, and wiped a tear from here eye with a thumb. She said, quietly, "Look, I gotta get back to work. An' I gotta think. I get off at nine -- can you stay till then, walk me back to my place?" I started to nod, but she stopped me. "You can't stay over...the kids, you know."

I smiled. "Sure I know. I didn't expect to stay over, and I would be delighted to walk you home." To be honest, I felt the tiniest bit relieved: I thought it was maybe a bit early for me to meet with two kids who might possibly resent some burnt out hot-shot white lawyer trying to woo their mama.

I finished my meal and sat at the bar sipping Perrier while I waited for Rosa. The owner, Rico, seemed a nice guy, who was obviously fond of Rosa, in a paternalistic kind of way. When he discovered I was a lawyer he introduced me to one of his regulars, a guy called Alfredo Bargas. Freddy ran a local community law center, funded by the city. It sounded as if he and his team were doing a very worthwhile job, but they couldn't have helped all the people they'd have liked to if they had as big a staff as Crombie, Noble, Hansen and Petrie.

When Rosa finished we walked the few minutes to her home. She stared straight ahead of her as she said, "Okay Mark, I thought about this. You right, I like you -- prob'ly as much as you like me. I keep comin', cleanin' for you -- an' let's just see how it go with us. We should both be sure 'fore we make any major commitment. You don' have to tell Lisa now, that up to you; but if we decide this for real, then you tell her for sure. Okay?" I leant towards her, gently kissed her hair, and told her I agreed with every word she'd said. After that we walked arm-in-arm. When we reached Rosa's apartment block I kissed her on the forehead and turned to leave, but she caught my hand. "You wanna come up for coffee? Please, I like you meet Angelina and Julio." 

God, I was nervous as I climbed the stairs to Rosa's second floor apartment. I knew that was going to be a major encounter: if her children hated me, I was sunk. We entered the apartment to the sound of screeching laughter and enraged bellowing. As we walked into the lounge the kids were on the couch, having a play fight over the TV remote. When they saw us they instantly stopped, Angelina leaping to her feet with an embarrassed smile, Julio scrunching down into the couch with his arms folded as he resolutely stared at the set. Angelina kissed Rosa on the cheek, and said, "Hi momma." Then she turned a curious half-smile on me. "Hi." I shook her hand awkwardly and introduced myself, hearing what sounded suspiciously like a tut from the hunched figure on the couch. Angelina offered to make our coffee, and skittered off to the kitchen.

It was stuffy in the apartment, and I slipped off my jacket. The reason was clear: the a/c wasn't working, and the landlord was clearly in no hurry to fix it. We sat and chatted, awkwardly at first, but more easily as we relaxed. The exception was Julio, who remained sullen at the end of the couch. At one point Rosa, sitting next to him, stroked his hair from his forehead, and he batted her hand away angrily. Angelina by contrast was very open and cheerful, with no trace of her mother's Hispanic accent. She enjoyed secretarial school, but was interested to find out my background, as she had ambitions to become a paralegal.

Trying to open up the conversation, I said, "Hey Julio, I saw a Mets banner in the hallway. How often d'you get over to Shea?"

The kid shrugged, and mumbled, "Now an' then."

Angelina glanced fondly towards her brother, but said in a jokey voice, "Come on J, you know you only went that one time, a couple of years back." He cast a spiteful look in her direction but then re-focused on the TV and just shrugged again.

I wasn't surprised. Ball games aren't cheap, and with no man in Rosa's life it couldn't be easy for the boy to go to games. I winked at Angelina, and said, "Huh, a Mets fan who never sees the Mets? We're gonna have to do something about that. How about, if your momma doesn't mind, we go next week? They're hosting the Dodgers."

For the first time the kid really looked at me. With a slight note of doubt in his voice, he said, "Really? Mom, would that be okay?"

Rosa absolutely beamed at me, and said, "Of course it'd be okay Julio, if Mark really don' mind." When Rosa saw me out a few minutes later she put her arms around my neck and kissed me lightly on the lips. "You din' have to do that, you know -- about the ball game I mean." I placed my arms around her waist and told her I was happy to -- I hadn't seen a game in a while, and Julio seemed like a nice kid. 

Even before the door fully closed behind me, I heard Angelina squeal with laughter, "Momma, he's gorgeous!" Rosa giggled in response, and I walked down the stairs feeling like I was about to break into a chorus of You're The One That I Want. On the taxi ride home I determined that I was going to tell Lisa the truth that night; but she got home even later than me, and she looked so beat I wasn't sure it would be fair. The next day I made a couple of phone calls. The second was to Rosa, to give her the name of an air conditioning engineer who she was to call to make an appointment at her apartment, at my expense. 

I hadn't told Lisa the position by the next time Rosa came over, either. I think I hadn't quite been sure she wouldn't change her mind again. At first we were nervously polite with each other; but instead of taking our coffee at the kitchen table, as we normally did, we sat on the couch. We started kissing, and one thing led to another and...I slipped my hand into Rosa's panties, a sexier thong this time, while she unzipped my fly and wrapped her hand around my pulsating dick. Then, to my surprise, she lowered her head towards it. Just before she took me into her mouth, she chuckled, and muttered, "Mmm, I like the look of this the firs' time I seen it." I thought back to that day when she'd walked in on me in the bedroom and began to laugh, but my laugh turned into a groan as her sweet lips closed over my prick and her tongue swept around the tip. 

I was so aroused by the situation that I came in a matter of seconds. I started to apologize, but Rosa hushed me and kissed me. As we pulled apart, she murmured, "It's been a long time since I do that." I couldn't believe she'd never been with another man since Raimundo had walked out on her, but she shook her head. "Look at me -- who want this?" She gestured towards her scar.

Gently, I kissed the scar then traced a finger down it. "I do. With or without it, you're beautiful. It's part of what makes you you, and I love you exactly as you are."

Rosa smiled, with tears in her eyes, and replied, "Oh God Mark, let's go to bed."

I hugged her to me, and whispered, "Rosa, I don't want to rush you. It was you who said let's take our time, and I'm ready for that."

She smiled up at me. "It too difficult with a man like you. I crazy 'bout you Mark, I really wanna make love to you."

I stood and began to pull her to her feet, then smacked my head in anguish. "Shit, I still don't have any cond..." I stopped as Rosa grinned and pulled a small white box out of her bag.

When Lisa and I had sex, it was screwing -- that was how I always thought of it. She went crazy in bed, wriggling like an eel from the start, scratching, cursing, screaming, even biting and punching. What I did with Rosa really was making love. Her body was far more cushioned than Lisa's, more pleasurable to be against. And with her, instead of scratching and biting there was kneading and caressing; in place of screamed curses, whispered endearments, and sighs of pleasure. I loved suckling on her big titties, with their dark chocolate nipples. I stroked my tongue down her body, tickling her belly button before moving on to her beautiful, silky, pubic zone. As I got close, she cupped her hand across my head and whispered, "Oh si, mi amor, por favor, si!"

I rested my head on her big caramel thighs for a moment, just gazing at her lovely dark snatch, glistening with drops of juice, wispy dark hairs circling it. Then I moved closer. I blew lightly along the length, and she gasped in anticipation. I stroked my nose along her and she squeaked, her hips twitching momentarily off the bed. Then I launched hungrily into her, my tongue caressing her insides while the fingers of one hand stroked her and those of the others toyed with her clit and labia. Her thighs tightened gradually around my head, and it was only a few minutes before she came, sobbing with sheer joy.

We held each other in whispered tenderness before I stroked her pussy again for a while then, at long last, eased on my condom and entered her. Knowing it had been a while for her I did it gently, and we indulged in a long wet kiss, with my prick nestling happily inside her, before I began to pump at her in earnest, with long, slow strokes, gauging my speed and power from her expressions and her whispered words. We held each other's hands while we made love, and Rosa wrapped her legs around me, the soft soles of her feet stroking my legs. We climaxed within seconds of each other, a glorious release as we kissed again, then lay in each other's arms grinning goofily at each other.

I'd again resolved to tell Lisa that night that I wanted to break up with her, but she stormed in like the Wicked Witch of the West. The first thing she said to me was, "I gotta fly to friggin' Chicago in the morning, for this fucking Jefferson Nagle deal." She slumped into a chair, then added, "Gary's going with me. We're going to have to stay overnight." Something about her tone of voice suggested that she was testing me, that I was supposed to exhibit jealousy. As it was, I just kind of grunted in response. That made her really mad. Leaping to her feet, she almost screamed, "Jesus Christ Mark, have you heard a word I just said? God almighty, do you listen to anything I say anymore? In case you've forgotten, you're seeing the firm's physician next week, to decide whether or not you can start back at work. You know what they're calling you in the office right now? The lame duck. You'd better start getting your act together, or you'll be lucky if they let you count the fucking paper clips."




Rosa, My Love



As she turned away from me I said, in a quiet voice, "Well, if you don't like what you see in me you can always move out." She stopped still, as if she'd walked into an invisible wall. If she'd said anything to me in reply, I think the whole thing would have come out there and then. But instead she just flounced off to the bedroom, without a glance in my direction. By the time I followed, ten minutes later, she was already asleep, snoring gently. 

By the time I woke the next day she'd already headed off for JFK. Lisa's unexpected absence had given me an idea. I called a contact, then called Rosa's house and spoke to Julio. "Hey buddy. What say we go out to Shea at night as well, the Braves are in town. You up for it?" I heard him excitedly asking Rosa if it would be okay, then we made the arrangements. 

Julio had such a great time that night I was almost as excited by it as he was. I got us both Mets caps, and we enjoyed huge chilli dogs, as well as New York pounding Atlanta. When we got back to Rosa's Julio was dog tired but couldn't stop talking about the game. The last thing he said to me before he went to bed was, "Can my friend Brian come next time?"

As I was about to leave, Rosa pulled me back, and kissed me passionately. Then she whispered, "Where you goin'?"

Slightly confused, I said, "Home. I know you don't want me sleeping over, with the kids and..."

She kissed me again. "Kids grow up quick now, an' my two not stupid. They know what's goin' on, an' they don' care. Anyway, I don' want you to go. I wanna spend the night with you." We made love twice that night, between holding each other and whispering our love, over and over. The second time I played with Rosa, thrusting into her fast and slow, pausing for seconds at a time, jiggling about, while she bit on her knuckles to try and stifle her giggles so as not to wake the kids. As dawn broke I massaged her ass, my fingers dipping deep between her cheeks as she groaned and squirmed back onto my penetrating hands. 

A short time later, as I made Rosa a coffee, Angelina wandered into the kitchen, dressed for college. To my surprise she gave me a peck on the cheek, and said, "Thank you for making my mom so happy. Be good to her, she deserves a lot of happiness." I couldn't have agreed more.

That evening, when Lisa got back from Chicago, I told her we needed to talk. I told her there was someone else, and that I'd give her time but I needed her to move out. She stared at me with dulled eyes, and groaned, "Oh God Mark, I only flew out of O'Hare three hours ago, the Jefferson Nagle deal's falling apart -- I can't handle this right now. Jesus, who is she?" When I told her, she looked momentarily confused. "Rosa? Who the...omigod! The help? That fat old Latino with the scar? Are you kidding me? You are, aren't you? You're punishing me for something, and this is your idea of a joke." She must have known from my face that I wasn't kidding. Standing, she screamed at me. "For fuck's sake Mark, have you totally lost it? You have me and you're fucking that old, ugly..."

"Shut up Lisa!" I think my roar must have been heard the other side of Brooklyn. I advanced on her, and glared at her, my face inches from hers. "Rosa is not old, or fat, or ugly, she is beautiful, and has a better heart than you could even conceive of. I love her, and I intend to spend the rest of my life with her, so get used to it and start looking for somewhere else to stay. I'll sleep in the spare room meantime." Too angry to face her any longer, I stormed off to my study, slamming the door behind me.

A couple hours later, Lisa tapped on the door and entered, looking meek. She sat next to me, and spoke as if to a sulky child. "Mark honey, I know you've been going through a hard time lately, and things haven't been going so good between us. I maybe gave you the wrong idea about Gary and me, nothing happened between him and me, I swear. Look baby, I'm sure you feel a lot of pressure about going back to CNHP, but you don't have to, not if you don't want to. I could speak to Daddy. We could both go and work with him, and I'm sure he'd offer you a senior partnership within a couple of years. We can get right away from this crazy city." Lisa's father ran an old-fashioned family law firm in the Hamptons.

I was shaking my head before she even finished speaking. "Lisa, you just don't get it, do you. I don't love you anymore -- if I ever truly did. I love Rosa, and she and I are going to make a life together. I'd like you and I to part as friends, but..."

The change that came over her was as if Doctor Frankenstein had just thrown the switch on his machine. She leapt to her feet, sending her wheeled chair crashing back against the wall. "Okay, fuck you, you asshole. If you wanna fuck some old wetback bitch instead of me, fine! I'll move out tomorrow. But this may be your house but I've got over two years invested in it, and you'd better be ready to pay me what that's worth, you fucking sonofabitch. And when you get your fucking sanity back -- if you ever do -- just don't come crawling back to me, because there are plenty of guys out there who'd sell their souls to screw me, and I've turned better men that you down since I moved in with your sorry ass!" And with that she stormed out -- if Lisa has always had one talent, it was storming.

Naturally I didn't go back to CNHP. Remember Freddy Bargas? I work at his community law center now, for a fraction of the income I was getting in my old life, and I've never been as happy in my career. Instead of helping corporate fat cats screw over their clients, rivals and employees, I'm now helping real people with real problems -- doing real legal work. The sheer satisfaction of watching someone get the childcare payments they should have been receiving by right, or seeing some scumbag landlord forced to withdraw illegal eviction notices, is worth more to me than all the six-figure checks in the world. I'm also fluent in Spanish now, and learning Italian fast.

Rosa and I live together, with Julio, in Corona through the week. We have a better apartment now, but I would never have wanted to take Rosa away from the community she knows. We have season tickets for Mets games now -- three of them. If ever Rosa doesn't want to come, we can always find one of Julio's pals ready to make the trip. Rosa's given up cleaning other people's houses; she still works days, part-time, at La Romana -- her choice -- and she's going to school, studying for a financial qualification. I still have the house in Brooklyn Heights -- Lisa is staying with friends in TriBeCa -- and Angelina and a couple of her friends stay there through the week. We join them at weekends, and Rosa and I walk hand-in-hand along The Promenade, gazing across the river to Manhattan. And of course, we make love as often, and for as long, as we can. We're marrying in a couple of months, with Angelina as bridesmaid and Freddy Bargas as best man. My life has totally changed since I met Rosa -- and I have never felt as complete as I do now.



Rosa y Margarita



Hola. Mi nombre es Rosa. Esta es mi historia. Yo no era muy popular en la escuela secundaria. Encontré a todos los chicos ignorantes y groseros. Las chicas estaban muy bien, pero siempre me hizo sentir raro, sobre todo cuando había que ducharse juntos después de nuestras clases de gimnasia. De todo modos, yo perdí mi virginidad con un chico de mi clase de química. Él me ayudó mucho para conseguir un grado decente y que pensé que sería bueno agradecérselo así. Nosotros lo hicimos y creo que tuvo un poco de culpa el beber demasiado , porque al día siguiente descubrí que no era virgen más. Nunca salimos de nuevo.

Llegué a la universidad ese otoño cuando tenía 19 años y me encontré con un apartamento con dos dormitorios. Mi compañero de habitación era un joven de otro estado y parecía estar bien al principio, pero empezó a ser agresivo en venir a mi habitación y con ganas de estar demasiado cerca. Yo estaba muy nerviosa y llegó a convertirse en miedo. Yo no sabía qué hacer al principio. Mis padres están divorciados y viven vidas separadas lejos de mi universidad. Eran totalmente inútiles, en realidad. Yo estaba pagando por mi educación en la universidad. No estaban al tanto de mi vida.

Entonces me acordé de Juana, mi vieja niñera cuando era una niña. Cuando mis padres estaban juntos no habían querido tener la responsabilidad de criar a un niño. Juana había sido contratada para cuidar de mí. Ella había sido un sargento de la Infantería de Marina, y no tenía miedo de nada. Mi vida siempre fué así hasta que mis padres se divorciaron cuando yo tenía 12 años. Entonces vivía con mi madre hasta que me fui la escuela secundaria. Pero nunca olvidé a Juana. Le envié una tarjeta de Navidad cada año. Ella hizo lo mismo conmigo.

Decidí a llamar a Juana. Vivía a unas 4 horas de distancia de la universidad y yo siempre había confiado en ella implícitamente. Quería su consejo. Cuando la llamé me dijo que estaría allí a la mañana siguiente.No era necesaria ninguna discusión. Ella se encargaría de ello. Yo la creí. Todavía la amaba. Había sido más madre que la mía propia.

Juana es muy imponente cuando quiere serlo. Cuando llegó el día siguiente, ella puso el susto en mi compañero de habitación. Se fue a su habitación y no salió mientras Juana estavo allí. Entonces nosotras salimos a comer algo. Incluso bebimos un poco de vino, aunque sólo tenía 18 años y nunca habíamos tenido muchas ocasiones de beber. La última vez había sido un desastre que aún recuerdo. Juana me llevó de vuelta a la casa y luego, porque era muy tarde, le dije que debía dormir conmigo por la noche y salir al día siguiente. Yo estaba muy agradecida.

Todavía sabía muy poco sobre el sexo. Sólo lo que había aprendido en las clases de higiene en la escuela. Así que yo era todavía muy ingenua. Cuando nos estábamos preparando para la cama me di cuenta de que Juana no estaba realmente mostrando su edad. Ella estaba en sus 30 años, pero parecía más joven, y su cuerpo estaba muy en forma. Siendo ex militar, se había mantenido en buena forma. Yo soy una mujer latina con el pelo largo y rubio. Yo nunca había pensado en ello, pero en realidad era bastante bonita. Mis pechos eran grandes . Mis piernas eran largas y curvas. Pero yo no tenía nada comparada con Juana. Ella era hermosa. Ella utiliza pesos para mantener sus músculos en perfecto estado. Y sus tetas eran pequeñas, pero muy bonitas de ver. Empecé a ruborizarme. Entonces empecé a enfermar por el vino.

Corrí al baño y estaba enferma en la taza del inodoro. Juana era muy agradable. Ella me cogió del pelo y me ayudó a asearse después. Yo había manchado mi ropa de noche y la suya también. Ella me ayudó a quitarme la ropa y se quitó tambien la suya limitandose a sonreír y dijo que estaba perfectamente bien. Eramos adultas. Luego nos fuimos a la cama y yo estaba tan cansada que me dormí inmediatamente.

Creo que abracé a Juana esa noche. No puedo recordar. Pero cuando me desperté estaba confundida por estar en la cama con una mujer desnuda. Yo tenía mi cabeza en su pecho y ella tenía su brazo sobre mi hombro. Nos sentimos muy cómodas. Juana estaba despierta también. Ella sonrío y me dio un beso en la mejilla. Entonces ella me besó en los labios y sentí despertar algo en mi coño también. La besé en la espalda y con una intensidad que me sorprendió. Nunca me había dado cuenta de lo que se siente al besar a una mujer. Me ha gustado mucho. Era evidente que le gustaba cuando su lengua entró en mi boca y su mano se movió a mi teta. Ella le hizo cosquillas al pezón y luego pellizcó, todo al tiempo que me besaba. Me sentía un sentimiento tan bueno en todo mi cuerpo. Yo no quería que se detuviera.

Juana levantó su cuerpo, se movió hacia abajo entre mis piernas y comenzó a lamer mi coño. Todo esto era nuevo para mí y me encantaba. De mi concha se escapaba algún tipo de liquido y Juana lamía todo y mordisqueaba mis labios vaginales hinchados. Estaba claro que a Juana le gustaba mi coño. Ella se acercó y apretó mis tetas con sus fuertes manos y gimió y rogó seguir. Nunca me había sentido así antes. A mí me gustó mucho. Quería más y más. Después de que ella me había hecho llegar al orgasmo durante muchos minutos Juana me pidió que la penetrara con la mano.

Me levanté por encima de mi dulce Juana y hice un puño. le metí en su coño y comence a follarla sin más preambulos.Juana estaba chillando y gimiendo con lujuria y pasión. Me di cuenta de que ella había hecho esto muchas veces antes. Me encantó hacerlo. Le encantaba ser follada por otra mujer. Su coño era muy jugoso y pude sentir su chucha alrededor de mi mano. Por fin había tenido suficiente. Ella tomó mi mano y la lamió, saboreando sus propios jugos. Yo también lamí. Entonces le di un beso.

Después de ducharse y vestirse, sin ver en mi habitación a mi estúpido compañero, Juana tuvo que marcharse. Pero antes me aconsejó que me cambiara de sitio tan pronto como fuera posible. Iba a seguir su consejo. No podía permitirme un lugar por mí misma, pero esta vez me gustaría buscar un compañero de habitación femenina. Así que me puse a buscar en el periódico estudiantil los anuncios de apartamentos universitarios y después de un día encontré uno que me pareció perfecto. Era barato, cerca del campus y que era sólo una mujer.

Así que le llamé, y ella estaba tan animosa y alegre en el teléfono que me animé enseguida. Y cuando se dio cuenta de mi nombre que era latina se volvió más alegre. Así que fui a hablar con ella, ver cómo era ella, y ver sobre la mudanza en la mayor brevedad posible.

Abrió la puerta, y vi esta hada, con el pelo rojo y pecas, y los dientes más brillantes en su sonrisa contagiosa. Ella me agarró del brazo, me sacó y me sentó a su lado en el sofá. Margarita era sociable y su personalidad me atrajo y me sentí feliz de estar con ella. Era Margarita.

Ella estaba risueña como discutimos nuestras situaciones, y finalmente decidimos vivir juntas por lo menos el resto del semestre. Sólo para llegar a conocernos. Aunque yo ya estaba dispuesta a mudarme para siempre. Yo estaba enamorada.

Me moví en el mismo día, no sin antes enviar al diablo al estúpido compañero de habitación.. El único problema fue que se estaba mudando a un apartamento de un dormitorio con dos camas en el dormitorio. Yo estaba acostumbrada a una cama más grande, pero yo iba a aprender a lidiar.

Nos instalamos bien juntas, ir a clases juntas, a veces, salir a comer juntas a veces, cocinar en ocasiones. Estábamos muy compatibles. Pero algo me hacía cosquillas en el cerebro cuando cogí a Margarita mirándome con una extraña mirada.

Aunque, para ser honesta, yo estaba mirando a Margarita con miradas secretas también. Yo era todavía muy ingenua.

Finalmente, después de unas semanas, estábamos sentadas en el sofá, y Margarita empezó a hacerme preguntas. un poco personales. Quería saber si yo tenía novio. No, le dije.

"Entonces no hay que saber nada sobre el sexo. ¿Verdad? Eres católica, ¿no?"

Tuve que admitir que era católica.

"Pero alguien me enseñó sobre el sexo... No vas a examinarme ¿no?

Y yo estaba sonrojada, por supuesto.

"Por supuesto que no. ¿Porque iba yo a juzgar? Después de toda la mierda que he hecho en mi vida que no puedo juzgar a nadie. ¿Cual es tu historia dulce Rosa?"

Ella sonrió, su sonrisa hada. Decidí confiar en ella. Iba a decirle todo, lo poco que había que contar.

Así, en frases cortas describí cómo había perdido mi virginidad debido a la ebriedad. Entonces le expliqué que mi niñera había hace apenas un par de semanas me presentó lo que las mujeres amantes pueden darse. Y cómo había disfrutado tanto. Todavía estaba un poco ingenua, y sin experiencia, pero que había encontrado que disfruté el sexo y la esperanza de tener mucho más. Entonces sonreí y Margarita y le devolvió la sonrisa.

"Santo infierno, cogió con su niñera, que poco radical princesa latina."

Ella se rió y se rió. Empecé a ruborizarme, por qué razón no estaba segura. Pero Margarita seguía riendo y finalmente me dio un abrazo a causa de la angustia que vio en mi cara.

"Estoy comenzando a pensar que realmente te gusta, querida Rosa."

De alguna manera eso me hizo sentir muy bien, no sólo en mi corazón, pero en mi chucha. Yo no entendía lo que estaba pasando. Pero yo tenia hormigueo en mi clítoris como si alguien estuviera lamiéndome .

"Te parece estar abierta a un montón de cosas en el sexo, Rosa. ¿Puedo enseñarte algunas cosas que puede que no sepas todavía?"

Yo estaba sorprendida, pero los sentimientos que estaba teniendo me obligaban a estar de acuerdo con impaciencia de aprender más

"Sí, por favor, Margarita."

"Oh, esto va a ser divertido. No necesitaremos polla en absoluto. Esto será aún mejor. Confía en mí pequeña princesa latina."

Asentí con la cabeza tímidamente. Margarita tomó mi mano, me llevó al dormitorio, y me mostró cómo las camas se podrían juntar para hacer una cama grande. Esto era interesante. ¿Si hubiera hecho esto antes? Apuesto a que tenía ya mucha experiencia.

Luego, poco a poco comenzó a quitarse la ropa. Llevaba una blusa y una falda.ambas cayeron al suelo quedando a la vista su sujetador y bragas, mostrando en forma de cono, tetas irlandesas con pequeños pezones rosados, y un pequeño coño sin pelo en absoluto. Nunca había visto una chucha desnuda antes y parecía ser muy sabrosa.

"Ahora te desnudas." Lo dijo con autoridad. Accedí. Me quité el vestido por la cabeza, agitando mi cabello rubio, y luego me quité el sujetador, liberando mis grandes tetas con sus aureolas oscuras, y mis bragas, mostrando todo mi coño peludo. Tenía miedo de que ella pensaba que era fea.

"Lo siento. Nunca he visto un coño afeitado."

"Tanto mejor para aprender aún más. Pero tu coño es hermoso también, Rosa. Es natural, y natural es siempre sexy."

Nos tomamos un tiempo para leer y disfrutar el cuerpo deseado, entonces Margarita tomó mi mano y me llevó a la cama ahora doble. Ella me recogió en sus brazos y me abrazó. Nuestros tetas estaban aplastadas, juntas y pudimos sentir nuestros pezones rozando entre sí. Entonces ella comenzó lentamente a besarme y yo respondí con mucho gusto. Había besado a Juana pero esto era muy diferente. Margarita tenía mi edad y era joven y libre de hacer lo que quisiéramos. No estábamos besando antes de hacer el amor. Era maravilloso. Al igual que el cumplimiento de un sueño.

Nos besamos nuestros labios y el cuello, y nuestros oídos y nuestros ojos de lo que parecieron horas, y no me cansaba de ella. Por último, sentí su la mano en el coño. Se le hacía cosquillas en el clítoris por encima de mi coño, y luego se toca los labios de mi chuchita, y finalmente pegando un dedo en mi vagina. Me encantó. Empecé a follar mi coño contra la mano.

"Hazme." Finalmente me di cuenta de que quería que la tocara de la misma forma en que me tocaba. Realmente no entiendo por qué no lo había hecho ya. Tenía tantas ganas de tocar esa concha. Así que empecé torpemente tratando de hacer con ella lo que había hecho para mí.

"Ten cuidado," dijo, "es delicada. Trátala como si fuera una flor." Y lo hice, tocando su clítoris con el pulgar, mientras que la colocación de mi dedo medio en sus labios se ajustaba y fui y empujando lentamente.

"Tú eres una estudiante rápida," dijo mientras se apretaba contra mi pulgar y el dedo. "Tú eres tan buena que puedo correrme en sólo un minuto o dos." Y lo hizo, gimiendo y besándome con fuerza y presionando contra mis dedos, obteniendo algún tipo de fluidos que mojaban mi mano.

"No me jodas, eso es bueno." Entonces ella me tomó la mano y se la llevó a la cara y dijo, "lamer conmigo." Yo estaba casi en un trance sexual. Las dos lamimos la mano para dejarla limpia de sus jugos. Entonces empecé a temblar y creo que tuve un orgasmo en su mano. Yo era tan ingenua.

Me dio la mano y dijo, "limpiala para mí." Y lo hice. Me encantó el sabor de jugos de coño, tanto la suya y la mía. Su jugo de sabor como la miel de trébol y la mía era más sabrosa.

Pensé que esto era una buena introducción a lo que las monjas llaman un pecado, pero no me siento pecador. Me sentía feliz.

"Ahora vamos a hacer algo que se llama la tijera, o 'tribbing'."

¿Iba a cortarme? Puede que no hubiera importado, yo estaba tan caliente. Pero lo que pasó después me hizo muy feliz. Puso una pierna debajo de mi otra pierna y luego la otra pierna sobre la otra pierna opuesta. Como do tijeras con el centro en nuestros coños.

Esto fue muy interesante, pero luego apretó su coño sin pelo contra mi concha peluda y comenzó a frotar contra ella. Y yo hice lo mismo, por supuesto, se sentía tan bien. Y podríamos mirar a la cara de la otra y ver la alegría. Y mientras observaba mis tetas balanceándose y vi sus tetas sacudiendo. Seguimos tijera hasta que tanto de nuestros chochos estaban goteando jugos que corrían por los muslos y hacia abajo buscando los agujeros de culo. Fue muy bueno.

Luego fue la última lección del día.

"Querida, dulce Rosa. Ahora hacemos lo que las verdaderas lesbianas hacen."

Yo no sabía que era una verdadera lesbiana, pero tal vez lo era.

"Nos chupamos mutuamente los restos de nuestros jugos y si alvanzamos el orgasmo de nuevo, entonces mucho mejor."

Así que me acosté, y el hada Margarita colocó la parte superior con su coño en mi cara, y ella empezó a chupar mi coño mientras lamía y chupaba. Y ella, la zorra, empezó a chorrear por toda la cara. ¡Que divertido!

Entonces, después de chupar lo que parecieron horas, nos relajamos y abrazamos, y luego, lamimos mutuamente hasta dejar nuestras caras limpias.

Ella me ha enseñado mucho. Tuve la oportunidad de contar esta historia de la manera correcta a causa de su enseñanza.

Nos hemos convertido en una sola. 



Rosa



***

Rosa let her ass drop back down onto the couch as her orgasm faded. It had been the most powerful cum the Filipina girl had ever experienced in her young life. As she came down from her orgasmic high Rosa felt a moment of shyness which almost led her to cover herself but then she remembered where she was and what she wanted to happen, so she just relaxed keeping her exposed position. The shy moment passed quickly and Rosa was back to enjoying exposing herself to Dave.

Rosa was happy that Dave seemed to be very accepting of her need to show herself off the way she was doing and he seemed to be enjoying the show she was giving him. Rosa could see how Dave's eyes kept straying toward her nude body and openly exposed pussy and knowing his eyes were on her made Rosa excited. It wasn't long before Rosa felt the tingly feeling of lustful excitement begin once again inside her body. The freedom to do whatever she wanted and expose herself as much as she wanted excited Rosa even more than her fantasies had done in the past.

Rosa did feel a bit puzzled by Dave because he wasn't behaving like she had expected. Rosa's mother had told her many times that exposing her body to a man would cause him to feel uncontrollable lust for her, but Dave, while obviously enjoying Rosa's show, just continued to sit calmly in his chair. So far Dave continued to be nice and polite, seeming to be well in control of himself. Far from feeling discouraged by this Rosa felt impelled to do even more to excite her new roommate and her longing to feel his hard cock plundering her helpless pussy only increased.

Rosa found her hand was moving down to her pussy once again and soon the Filipina girl was masturbating once again. The situation she was in was just too exciting for Rosa to resist and she began openly rubbing her clit to bring on another orgasm. It wasn't long before Rosa brought herself to another orgasm, this one even more powerful than the previous one.

***

I watched in fascination as Rosa started to masturbate once again, she really seemed to be into exhibitionism and her new freedom to enjoy it. Since it was quite pleasant to watch her pleasure herself I acted as if there was nothing unusual about what she was doing, Rosa was already much more interesting than I had dared hope for. It wasn't long before Rosa brought herself to another orgasm. Then she relaxed on the couch, her horniness seeming to have been satisfied for the moment, and then she seemed to fall asleep there on the couch.

Looking over at the nude, sleeping girl I couldn't help thinking she was really quite exquisite and already turning out to be far better than I had dared hope for when I'd decided to get a roommate. The girl had small apple sized breasts which were flattened from her lying position but when she stood up they thrust out from her chest the perfect size for my hand. Rosa's legs were still splayed wide as she slept and I had a clear view of her perfectly shaped, shaved pussy. Moisture from her recent orgasms glistened on her inner pussy lips, beckoning me to lick it off. I just sat there for a few minutes admiring the sexy little beauty as she slept.

As I sat there admiring the sleeping beauty I contemplated what the girl might be looking for when she moved here because it seemed like she wanted more than just some place to live while she went to school. I knew from the talk I'd had with her when she rented the room Rosa was living away from home for the first time. There had been hints her parents were fairly conservative so it would seem the girl wanted to enjoy some freedom from that. I decided to let Rosa have what she craved and I would see how far she wanted things to go.

***

When Rosa awoke it took her a moment to remember where she was and she tensed up for a moment when she realized she was laying naked and exposed in the living room of her new home. After a moment however Rosa remembered everything and relaxed into her displayed position once again.

Rosa glanced over at Dave and noticed that while he didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off her display he was otherwise still calm and polite. This had the somewhat perverse effect of only increasing Rosa's desire for Dave even more. This combined with the girl's natural exhibitionism caused the tingle of sexual arousal begin once again within Rosa's pussy. This impelled Rosa into an even bolder action than what she had done before.

Rosa got up from her splayed position on the couch and slowly walked the five steps it took to reach Dave's chair, stopping when she was standing within easy reach of him where he sat in his chair. Rosa could feel Dave's eyes on her naked body as she walked toward him but he remained silent and made no move toward her even after she stopped next to his chair.

"Dave, do you like my body?" Rosa asked as soon as she had stopped next to his chair.

"Yes, I do, you're a beautiful girl Rosa," Dave replied. The girl was standing in just the right position that her shaved pussy was at his eye level and right in front of his eyes.

"If you like it why haven't you done anything?" Rosa asked.

"What do you mean 'done anything'?" Dave replied.

"I mean if you like my body why don't you rape me?" Rosa explained.

"Rape you! What gave you that idea?" Dave asked, a bit of alarm in his voice.

"My mother always told me if I allow any man to see my body he would lose control and rape me. Every time I think about that I get so excited about that happening to me. Especially if it was you that did it to me," Rosa said.

***

I sat there astonished by what Rosa had just told me. It did explain the girl's uninhibited behavior especially since I knew there were a few girls who actually wanted and enjoyed forceful and even violent sexual experiences. I didn't have any problem with having sex with the girl if that is what she really wanted but raping her was a little but much, and not really my style. But after thinking for a moment I thought there was the potential for a lot of fun for us both if I could find out what Rosa really wanted.

"I see. But rape is taking things a bit far don't you think, Rosa?" I said.

"Well, I never did anything with a guy before but the idea of a man doing whatever he wants to me makes me so horny," Rosa said rather boldly for the inexperienced girl she was.

"Doing whatever he wants to do to you even if you don't like it?" I asked her.

"Yes, but if it is a guy like you doing it to me then I am sure I will like it, no matter what it is," Rosa answered.

"You like me that way?" I asked her.

"Oh yes, so much!" Rosa answered enthusiastically. I could see the conversation was exciting her further, dewy moisture clung to the exposed pussy lips that were still right in front of my face.

"Rosa, do you want me to have sex with you?" I asked her.

"Yes, please do whatever you want to me. Don't even ask me, just do it," Rosa answered.

Well, that was certainly a clear answer and Rosa seemed to have an unusual sexual viewpoint. But I needed to do a little more with her before it would be safe to take her the way she wanted.

"Well, that answer is certainly clear enough. But there is more we need to talk about to make sure things are safe for both of us," I said.

"Dave, just tell me what you want and I will do it for you," Rosa replied.

"All right, I will. Do you know what a safe word is, Rosa?" I asked.

"Isn't that a word to use if you really want the other person to stop?" Rosa asked.

"Yes. That is exactly what it is." I answered. Obviously this girl had done a lot of reading on the Internet which simplified things.

"I don't need anything like that with you Dave but if you want me to make a safe word for me you can. I just want you to do it to me," Rosa said.

"Ok then. Your safe word is 'clothes pin'. If you don't like anything I am doing to you all you have to do is say 'clothes pin' and I will stop it immediately," I told Rosa.

"I will remember that but I won't ever want you to stop, no matter what you do to me. But thank you for considering me that way," Rosa replied.

"If you change your mind or it gets too much for you, don't forget 'clothes pin'. As long as you don't use that word then I will do what I want whatever else you might say."

"OK."

Rosa was still standing with her shaved pussy right in front of my face. It was a wonderful sight but I realized that I hadn't seen her bare ass yet. Considering the situation this was something that I wanted to change immediately.

"Rosa, turn around and bend over for me with your hands down on the coffee table," I ordered. 

Rosa immediately complied and I was immediately treated to the most wonderful view of her that I had ever seen up until this point. As Rosa turned her beautiful bottom was now right in front of my face and this view was nearly as good as the one from the front. I always love the sight of a cute young girl's bare ass and I had to admit that Rosa's was one of the best I had ever seen. Rosa hesitated for a moment, giving me a little more time to drink in the view of her perfect bottom, moved her legs a bit wider apart, and then bent down until her hands were resting on the table, just as I had ordered her to do.

As Rosa bent over her ass cheeks parted and opened, exposing her flawless crinkled asshole and soaked pussy to my eyes. This has always been secretly my favorite view of any girl's body and again Rosa was just outstandingly beautiful that way, too. 

***

Rosa had been a bit impatient with Dave as he talked with her about what she really wanted and assigning her a safe word. Yet at the same time it also gave her a warm feeling about him that he cared about her in that way. But Rosa was also very horny which made her feel impatient about the whole conversation, but she went through it gracefully, realizing that it was something a man in Dave's position had to do.

But now Dave had given Rosa his first order and it sent a new thrill through the teen age girl's body. Rosa was quickly finding that she was even more into exhibitionism than she had thought, showing of her body just made her so hot! And now Dave's sudden more forceful attitude excited her even more.

Rosa moved her feet a bit further apart and bent down as instructed until her hands were resting on the coffee table. This position exposed the most intimate secrets of Rosa's body to Dave's close up view and this excited the Filipina girl immensely, especially since he had ordered her to assume such a wantonly exposed position. And Rosa was finding that being ordered to do sexual things like this by Dave made her extremely horny. Rosa remained quietly in that position for several minutes allowing Dave to drink in the view of her most intimate female anatomy.

***

I just sat there for a couple of minutes taking in the sweet view Rosa was giving me and my cock was now as hard as a rock. This girl was so hot and so willing I just had to fuck her and her pussy was wet and inviting right in front of me. I quickly decided that I wanted Rosa to sit on my cock right here in my chair, she could ride me that way. 

Still drinking in the view of Rosa's exposed charms I reached down and unsnapped my jeans and then pulled down the zipper. I could see Rosa looking at me curiously through the V of her thighs as I move the other hand down so that I could push first my jeans and then underwear down, exposing my erect cock. I could see Rosa's eyes widen in her inverted face when my cock came into view.

"Stand up Rosa and come sit on my lap," I ordered, slapping her lightly on one ass cheek.

Rosa quickly stood up, turned around, and moved to sit on my lap. Rosa seemed to be a little bit of a loss about what to do about my hard cock which was in the middle of the area in which she needed to sit. After a couple of seconds of hesitation she sat herself on my thighs with my cock in front of and almost touching her shaved pussy. It seemed she was at a loss about what to do with my cock so I decided to correct that.

"You know what you want to do with my cock, Rosa. Put it in your pussy," I ordered as she sat there staring at it.

***

Rosa sat there for a few seconds, hesitating now that what she had wanted for so long was really happening. There was a little bit of an element of unreality to it because she had imagined it for so long. But Rosa quickly gathered her courage and stirred to follow Dave's instruction.

Even though Rosa had never had sex with a man before she was fortunate because nature had put very little in the way of her taking a man's cock into her pussy for the first time. Unknown to Rosa her hymen was almost nonexistent and would not present any barrier to the cock she wanted to take inside herself.

Rosa grasped Dave's cock in her right hand as she lifted her body until she was kneeling above him. She knee walked forward a little until her pussy was in the right position for what she was about to do and then she lowered her body. As her body became low enough to meet Dave's cock Rosa fitted the head of it to her opening, moving it around a little to wet the tip and get it started. Because of her experience with Charlotte's vibrator Rosa knew exactly what to do to get the cock started into her pussy, and there was nothing to stop the cock from entering her completely. As soon as the head of Dave's cock was started into her vaginal opening Rosa allowed her body to continue to drop until she was sitting on his hips and completely impaled upon his hard cock.

Rosa stopped for a few seconds to savor the feel of Dave's cock as it filled her pussy. To Rosa it felt even better than Charlotte's vibrator had, somehow it seemed to be more right, to fit inside her better. Whatever it was Rosa loved the feel of Dave's cock as it filed her pussy. After resting for a few seconds Rosa began to move, causing Dave's cock to saw in and out in her pussy. This felt even better than just resting with the cock inside her and soon Rosa was riding Dave for all she was worth.

The movement of Dave's cock in her pussy tugged on Rosa's inner pussy lips and clit delightfully. She also soon noticed that the flared side of the head of Dave's cock was brushing by her G spot in a very nice manner with every stroke of the cock n and out of her pussy. This all combined together to drive Rosa rapidly toward a powerful orgasm.

***

When Rosa impaled herself upon my cock it felt delightful, her pussy was very tight but at the same time very slippery. Apparently Rosa had relieved herself of her hymen sometime in the past as it seemed there was nothing to impede the smooth entry of my cock into the innermost depths of her pussy. Or perhaps she just hadn't had much of one, some girls were lucky that way. Rosa hesitated for a few seconds seeming to get used to the feeling for my cock as it filled her pussy and then she began to move. Rosa quickly found a way of moving that caused my cock to move delightfully inside her vaginal passage.

I stayed still for a couple of minutes and just let Rosa do all the work and she did a very good job of fucking herself with my cock as she rode me. But soon the feeling was so strong that I just had to start pushing up into her. I put my hands on her ass and quickly started pushing my cock up hard into Rosa's pussy. This felt even better and I felt the start of an orgasm building up inside me as I kept pushing into Rosa's pussy.

***

Rosa felt Dave's hands grabbing the cheeks of her ass and then he began shoving his cock forcefully up into her pussy. This excited the young Filipina girl even more and she felt the beginning of orgasm start in her clit and pussy. Just as Rosa's orgasm started she felt Dave's cock stiffen in her pussy, and then begin throb in orgasm. Rosa felt the warm feeling of Dave's semen shooting into her pussy as her own orgasm peaked. Knowing that Dave had cum in her somehow made Rosa's own orgasm even better for her and she loved the idea of his semen splashing around inside her pussy.

Exhausted by the powerful orgasm she had just experienced Rosa collapsed onto Dave, noticing idly that while he was naked below the waist he still wore his shirt. Rosa just rested quietly on top of Dave with his softening cock still inside her pussy and his hands caressing and kneading her exquisite ass. Finally after a few minutes Rosa stirred and lifted herself up off of Dave, his cock slipping from her pussy as she did so.

When Rosa stood up she was somewhat surprised when several blobs of Dave's cum dropped from her pussy, it was something she had never experienced before, and she quickly mover her hand down to catch the flow. Rosa looked around for anything that might be available to absorb the sperm leaking from her pussy but there was nothing handy. With an apologetic smile at Dave Rosa quickly skipped away to the bathroom with her semen coated hand under her pussy to catch whatever else might come out.



Rosa'a New Life



Hello, my name is Cleo and I'm a sex relationships councilor. If you type the name "Cleo" into the search engine of this site you will see several case studies I've reported on earlier. I've received numerous positive responses on my series called Awakenings 1 thru 5, Betrayal 1 thru 4, and I watched My Wife With An Older Man 1 thru 4. 

I only write about the cases my patients give me permission to do. I tell them what this site is all about and stress that in order for their story to gain attention, it has to be true and be told in the naughtiest, most detailed manner possible. Why "naughtiest"? Because that is what apparently holds this audience's interest. 

My clients must agree to these conditions and sign a consent form first. I tape their story just as they tell it and then try to write it correctly. I cannot validate every detail in each story is absolutely true, but based upon our numerous therapy sessions I believe they are very close to being accurate. Even if their story is not entirely true, there is much to be gained from it because it is their fantasy and therefore important to my understanding their problem. 

The following case study is an unusual one. It's about a young woman named Rosa who completely changed her life, and maybe not for the better. She continues trying to adjust. As with all my clients in all the stories presented here, any interested persons can contact Rosa by including her name in the subject box and sending mail to my mail box here, and I will forward them on to her. 

She has read this narrative and with only minor changes, has approved it for my use and possible publication. Although I suspect Rosa may have exaggerated some aspects of her story, this is as near to stating her experiences, as possible:

This is Rosa's Story:

I'm a 26 year-old married woman and my life has turned out in a very different way than I could ever imagine. My first name is Rosa – my last name is unimportant. I have long dark brown hair, gray eyes and been blessed with a beautiful creamy skin thanks to my heritage. I am small and slender, have slightly above average breasts that don't sag, and have been told all my life that I am very pretty. 

I'm a Mexican Nationalist who is a naturalized US citizen. My husband was born in Arizona. His parents are first generation US citizens from the southern region of Mexico. I tell you this because attitude concerning sex and marriage among the Mexican community is much different than it is with other U.S ethnic groups. 

My husband is a mason by trade; working with concrete, pavers or anything stone, he is a master craftsman. He makes a good living and we own an older style very modest house in the suburbs, in a nice quiet neighborhood. Every month, we send money to his grandparents back in Mexico; therefore, things are tight for us at the end of each month. I work part time for a wealthy retired businessman who lives in a large estate about a mile from our house. Most Mexican men frown upon their wives working, but as I said, things are tight for us financially. 

My employer of one year, Mr. Diaz, is probably in his late fifties or early sixties. I say probably because it's difficult to tell precisely. He plays tennis and golf, and appears to be in good physical condition. His black hair is still thick and bushy, but has some gray at the temples. I'd say that when he was young, he was a handsome man. He had never been anything but a gentleman around me until a couple months ago. From the first day I went to work for him I could see Mr. Diaz's wife Mary, was very ill. Over the last six or eight months, she became bed-ridden, and gradually weaker. She seldom leaves her bed now. 

The only other person living on the premises is Tito, who came to Arizona on a work permit from Nogales. He's the gardener and handyman, and drives Mr. Diaz sometimes. Tito lives in a small basement apartment and I seldom see him. When I do, he gives me the creeps the way he stares at me. On more than one occasion he plainly had an erection as he watched me work around the large house, once even rubbing it through his trousers while watching me. 

Tito has never attempted to hide his lewd actions from me. He looks like a fat, ugly troll with way-too-long hairy arms. He shaves his over-sized head and his ears stick out, too. I hate him. He wears one of those "wife-beater" undershirts that some Mexican men favor and it's always dirty, his belly bulging beneath it, hanging over his belt. I always feel like I need a bath after being near him. 

Except for playing something akin to what Americans call "post office" with a neighborhood boy when I was nine or ten, my husband is the only man I've ever slept with. He travels to jobs all over the state and I suspect he has slept with other women when he's away. What Mexican man hasn't? As for me, sex is okay, but I don't need it so much that I'd cheat on him. Once a week sex, or maybe even ten days, is fine with me. When I do climax, it's only like a small firecracker going off, and then it's gone. 

Most times I don't even do that. About six months ago our sex-life dried up to about once a month and I did miss it a little, mostly the cuddling afterward. It seemed he was always "too tired", or he had to "get up early", or he'd just jump on, bang away and climax, hopping off before I even finished. I always think of it as "rabbit sex." But that's what husbands do sometimes, so I could live with that. 

A couple months ago I was dusting the furniture at work and walked into Mister Diaz's office unaware he was even there. He was at his desk, doing whatever rich men do with paperwork. He looked up and smiled as I entered. 

"Rosa! How nice! Just when I needed help, too. Come," he said pushing a footstool over for me to sit beside him. Beside it, he placed a cardboard file box. "When I say a name, look through this index and find the file for me."

I dropped down on the footstool and we'd only gone through about a dozen names, when things got really weird. I glanced up to find Mr. Diaz had turned his chair toward me and pulled down his sweat pants, his genitals swinging right in front of my face. Stunned, I froze with my hand outstretched holding a file, unbelieving of what I was seeing. He suddenly grasped my wrist with his left hand, taking the file from me with his right. 

As I said, I simply froze – like a rabbit confronted by a deadly snake. Most Mexican women are not prudes, so I suppose I was also gasping at his manhood. My husband's cock is average sized, about five inches long – maybe even six on a good day. This one was easily twice that size, thick and meaty as my wrist. 

His sacs looked like oranges! Altogether, it was very intimidating. I suddenly became aware that he was pushing my hand downward toward that enormous thing. With my body turned the way I was setting, the pressure on my wrist kept me from even rising to my feet. 

"What . . .?"

"Be quiet."

"Mr. Diaz . . ."

"Shut up!" 

His eyes looked so fierce, I was petrified into silence. Suddenly, he was rubbing the back of my hand, my knuckles, slowly up and down his hard penis. Using his other hand he persistently forced my fist open, turned my palm around and wrapped my fingers around his rigid shaft. It felt like a piece of marble under a soft velvet cover. Covering my hand with his much larger and stronger one, he slowly worked my hand up and down his meaty cock. 

"Please . . ." I muttered, scared to death. "Please let me go, Mr. Diaz. I'm not . . . like that."

"Yes you are," he said softly, his eyes now closed, enjoying my touch.

Mister Diaz . ."

His eyes snapped open, fierce and demanding once again. "Do not talk!" Then he smiled as he took my free hand, also forcing it around his cock. He was in effect, masturbating himself using both my hands. 

My mind spinning, I sped through my options. I could scream, but who would hear me? Mrs. Diaz was upstairs sleeping and Tito was in the back garden. I didn't want that dirty old man to see me like this, anyway. No telling how he'd react. Probably want the same done to him. The neighbors were too far away to notice, or even care. If I could turn around more I might kick him on the leg. What then? My job would be gone and I'd never find another job paying half as well. What would my husband think? I couldn't tell him the real reason I'd lost my job. My Mexican husband would never be able to except the fact I'd touched another man's penis, even if forced to. 

I decided that with his wife so ill, he probably never had sex anymore and was simply desperate. All Mister Diaz wanted was a quick hand-job and considering my choices, I could do that. My options limited, I had little choice. I'd just have to grit my teeth and do it, then afterward I'd never let myself be alone with him again. This time I'd do what he wanted because I had to, but if anything else happened after this I'd quit and go home. 

Forcing myself to think of other things, I let him manipulate my hands the way he wanted, determined to dodge his discharge when he ejaculated. When it was over I'd go home, take a long hot bath and forget it ever happened. That was my only option. He released one of my hands but I didn't remove it – just kept slowly stroking his hard, but velvet-soft, penis. The sooner it was over, the better I decided. 

I felt his free hand pressing slightly on my spine and then slowly moving downward across my buttocks. I attempted pulling back, twisting as far as I could, but it went under the hem of my skirt, coming to rest cupping my entire vagina. I stiffened my legs, trying to evade his hand. It did no good. 

Through my panties, a finger slid along the outer lips of my vagina, circling it several times as I moved my butt to escape his touch. Struggling, I tried pulling away, but he held my hand tight around his cock and eventually I just gave up. What was the use? He was just too strong. 

"Please," I attempted once more to reason with him.

"You're wet," he said. 

"I am not!" My face flaming with embarrassment, I wanted to die. 

The finger pulled my damp panties aside and slowly slipped inside me. That was when I felt the dampness on my thighs and knew he'd been right. I was wet. I didn't want this. I was scared out of my wits, so how could I be wet? Closing my eyes, I attempted to breathe, willing my mind to be somewhere else. The finger touched my clitoris and I almost jumped out of my skin, crying out sharply. He let the finger slowly circle my slippery clit several times. 

I whimpered softly, heard him chuckle at my unintended sound. He sounded so cruel in the empty room. Another finger joined the first, going deep. I groaned. This time it didn't sound like a protest even to me. The hand covering mine on his cock was removed, and I now felt it at the back of my head, grasping the bun at the nape of my neck, clinching tightly around it. He pulled my hair just enough to pinch. A thousand tiny pinpricks letting me know he was the one in control.

My heart was thumping wildly inside my chest and I gulped air, feeling as though I were having a heart attack. The insistent pressure on the back of my head forced me forward, closer to the awful monstrous thing I'd been stroking. I watched in terrified fascination as the clear liquid bubble at its very tip drew nearer. Only inches from my mouth, he stopped. 

"Lick it," he whispered hoarsely. 

I tried shaking my head, but it only pulled my hair more. He tightened his grip just enough to get me to comply. 

"Lick it."

Accepting the fact that that I'd likely throw-up on him if I did as he commanded, the burning of my scalp finally became too much, and I did it. Tangy, sweet, a little salty, that's all. I didn't throw up, but I knew with certainty what he wanted now and I didn't know if I could do it – or if I could even live with myself if I did his bidding. I tried to draw back, but he held me firmly in place. 

"Again," he instructed.

Trying not to think about where it came from, I tasted more of his clear fluid. Then he put even more pressure on the back of my head, forcing the entire crown of his cock between my lips. I tried fighting, but soon decided that what he wanted wasn't as bad as getting my hair pulled out by the roots. 

"Use your tongue."

The fingers in my pussy were really producing a lot of results now. A third one had joined the other two, sawing in and out of my engorged vagina, slowly driving me up the wall. I realized I was sopping wet, my toes curling of their own accord! I finally did what he wanted, licking and swirling my tongue around the fat head of his cock. 

That apparently wasn't enough though, because soon he pushed my head down on it even more and the meaty cock slowly disappeared inside my mouth. When it hit the back of my throat, I gagged, struggling fiercely to escape. This was all new to me. I was suffocating. 

"Stop fighting me!" he said sternly. "Breathe through your nose." 

I did it and that helped a lot. I breathed deeply through my nostrils, feeling that thick piece of meat lying quietly inside my mouth, pre-cum coating my tongue. I wondered what would happen if I bit it, but I feared the consequences of that action, so I just held it there and waited for whatever was to come next. After a while, he slowly began sliding it in and out of my mouth. This went on for several minutes before I realized I was pushing backward against his fingers, suddenly aware of my rapidly approaching climax. 

My mind screamed "No, no!" My body said something else. His fingers glided around my slimy clit, cupping my entire vagina and then plunging back inside, the three thick fingers stretching my vagina walls more than my husband's cock ever had. I groaned around the thick cock. 

"Baby likes that, huh?" he whispered hoarsely.

I hated him, but I was so close I couldn't let it end yet. His cock pushed against the opening of my throat and then entered it. Slipping past the initial resistance, it slid in and down until I finally felt his hairy balls against my chin. I couldn't breathe but I didn't fight anymore. 

"Breathe through your nose," he said again, tapping my clit softly. 

A tiny spark fired from my clit when he tapped it. Then again, harder, and more sparks flew. I squirmed urgently backward against his hand, moaning softly. He laughed. "Aw yes, I do believe baby is ready." 

He pulled my mouth off his cock until only the large bulbous head remained inside, and then he shoved it in to the balls again. I quickly caught on, soon doing it for him by nodding my head up and down. It slowly dawned upon me that my suction was causing him to make certain sounds of intense pleasure, flooding my mouth with his seminal flow. For some reason, that also increased my own pleasure. 

When I took his cock all the way in I found that if I worked my lips and throat muscles around his throbbing meat, he would groan softly, flooding my mouth. When I withdrew I would slid my tongue along the vane underneath it, and he would moan even louder, sometimes grunt while emitting more delicious per-cum. I loved the grunts! 

My right hand never left its grasp around his cock, my other had somehow found his large balls, and I was massaging them lovingly as I sucked. More and more clear liquid filled my mouth, but due to the pleasure his fingers were producing, it now tasted like ambrosia. It felt like sparks were continuously flying from my pussy! Groaning and wiggling I pushed backwards, frantically gyrating my ass against his magic fingers. 

Suddenly, he stopped and removed his fingers from inside me, leaving my pussy feeling open and empty as cool air rushed inside that hot space. I moaned in protest, moving my ass around to recapture the pleasure he'd been giving me. Gone, was the good wife of a short time ago. In her place was this unidentifiable slut with a terrible inch, needing only fulfillment. He held my mouth covering the head of his throbbing cock and I worked my tongue as I tried understanding his words. 

"Here's what's going to happen," he said hoarsely, with some difficulty. "I'm going to shoot my load inside your mouth and you're going to swallow every drop. After you do that I'll let you cum." 

I didn't even slow down. I had to get relief or I'd die. I engulfed his cock again, letting my tongue slowly trail up the large vane beneath it and then drove my mouth back to the depts. I felt that huge head popping through the opening of my throat over and over, driving me crazy! The coolness against my crouch felt empty and wanting. Suddenly his body tensed as his thighs strained against my cheeks, He trembled violently, his breath catching in his throat. I knew for certain that for the first time in my life I was going to swallow a man's sperm. 

I was past caring. I guess I actually wanted it. Maybe even needed it! Moaning and squirming with frustration, my wet thighs sliding against each other in an attempt to quell the burning between them, I redoubled my tongue's effort and tasted my first shot of cum as it hit the back of my throat. 

Soon, it filled my mouth as I struggled to keep from strangling on the huge flow. Glob after slimy glob coated my tongue and mouth, sliding down my throat to pool somewhere deep inside my soft belly. Like a kitten getting its tummy full of warm cream, I continued to lick, suck and slowly milk his throbbing cock with my hand while massaging his balls, until the spurts stopped completely. 

Feeling drained but strangely unfulfilled, I waited for his fingers to find my burning pussy, returning the pleasure I'd just given him. Wetness coated my inter-thighs as I spread them farther apart, anticipating the fullness of his fingers again. 

As I nibbled on his deflating cock, he attempted to push my head away but I stubbornly resisted, trying to keep his thick meat inside my hungry mouth for just a moment longer. Finally, he roughly pushed me away, laughing as I whimpered softly in protest. 

"Damn. You are one greedy bitch," he said quietly. Suddenly standing, he pulled me to my feet. He turned me around, facing toward the desk, and pushed between my shoulders until I fell forward across it. Holding me down with a hand in the middle of my back, he knelt between my wide-stretched legs. I felt his hot breath on my crouch, and then he was suddenly devouring my pussy with his mouth. 

His face felt like it was completely buried in my crouch, slipping and sliding around inside it, licking and nibbling my clit, his tongue probing deeply inside me. If I'd thought his fingers were divine, his mouth drove me bonkers! The only orgasms I'd ever experienced were just a few tiny firecracker types. The one his mouth gave me was an explosion! A neutron bomb! The top of my head simply blew off, scrambling my mind and turning my bones to liquid. It went on forever as I gripped the desktop and tried to keep from flying off it – and into outer space. 

When the room finally quit spinning, Mr. Diaz was softly licking my thighs and all around my hairy pussy lips. As the tenderness eventually went away, finally he sucked my clit once more. I quickly felt another explosion approaching. I'd never cum twice in one day in my entire life! But here I was, heading for another one. Just before it arrived, Diaz pulled me to my feet, led me to the couch, He sat down and pulled me into his lap facing him, that evil smile on his lips. 

A cock of that size was never meant to penetrate a small female like me. I knew that for a fact, but by now I was determined to try. The "good respectable housewife" I'd always been, was gone now - replaced by this wanton whore practically salivating over the thick throbbing cock before her. Placing my hands against his hairy chest to keep from impaling myself on that massive fencepost, 

I slid around on the soft crown for a minute trying to block out the burning pain as I lowered myself on it, forcing some of it inside. It seemed, all my nerve endings terminated in my burning cunt. I remained that way for a moment, letting my body adjust to the biggest thing I'd ever had inside it. When my legs began trembling due to the strain of hanging there, I simply let gravity do its thing, ignoring the pain until I was sitting flat on his stomach. 




Rosa'a New Life



With my hands still pressing against his chest, I didn't move for some time. When I glanced up, I found Diaz with hands locked behind his head, clinically studying me. I didn't care by then, for the pain had subdued and I could now move a fraction of an inch without it hurting too much. 

Using my hands against his chest to push myself up, I eased off his engorged cock about half-way, and then slowly lowered my ass again to engulf the entire thing, feeling his hairy balls tickling my ass. It was heaven. This time his huge cock had gone in more easily, hanging up only once – and I was almost in a state of pure rapture. When it finally hit bottom the next time, I sat there for a moment adjusting to its girth again. 

My hands on his chest, I carefully rose and lowered myself several more times, making small circles with my ass – unable to control the tiny sounds now coming from my mouth. After only a minute or two of doing that I was practically slamming my ass downward, feeling him hit bottom with every plunge. Going out of my mind with pleasure I bit my lip until it bled, screaming, sobbing out things that probably didn't even make sense. I never wanted it to end!

He suddenly rolled us onto the floor, me on bottom, him taking control on top. There, he hammered into my soft core relentlessly, each violent thrust rattling my slim body as his cock banged against the cervix. I simply loved it. I did! I wanted him to destroy me with that huge cock - to kill me. I was a cheat, a whore. I deserved it. 

At one point I found myself whispering into his ear. "Kill me, kill me, kill me . . ." My thighs gripped his hips tightly, legs hooked around his thrusting ass, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and at that moment I belonged to him. He owned me. I'd never experienced anything like it before.

He crushed his open mouth down on mine and I parted my lips greedily accepting his tongue, sucking it frantically, following it back into his hot mouth with my own. This wasn't making love with my husband. We were like two animals in the woods, mindlessly fucking - two wild, savage beasts, rutting in the mud, mixing pain with pleasure as he used me like I was his bitch. 

Attempting to climb his body and envelope even more of his cock, I screamed out the violent climax I had sought, right into his open mouth as he flooded my insides with wave after wave of hot fluid. It seemed for a while that I would never stop cumming, the thumping inside my chest so loud I could literally hear it. Then, just before my heart gave out, it slowed – stopping, leaving me completely drained and exhausted. 

I slowly came back to earth as his cock softened inside me, our combined cum making a small river into the crack of my ass. Scalding hot only moments earlier, it now felt cold and sticky. As nasty as that sounds, the feeling still excited me, causing me to hold my breath, envisioning its slow route over the puckered rings of my anus. 

As his over-sized half-deflated cock slipped out of me like a huge sausage I groaned with the frustration of its loss; my ravaged pussy now feeling empty and abandoned. Gasping, Diaz lay beside me as I clinched my eyes tightly, attempting to slow my heart and regain normal breathing. It seemed to me that as long as I didn't have to look at him, I wouldn't have to face what I'd done. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, roughly pulling me toward him, downward. 

"Clean up this mess," he said, pulling my face closer. Still leaking cum, his wet cock rested against his thigh like a slimy snake; nasty, unappetizing now that my passion was spent. He pushed my face closer, and resigned to my fate I just took his wet cock inside my mouth and did as he'd told me. 

Afterward, numb and in a daze, I dressed and left for home early. My pussy felt a little raw but still tingled pleasantly as I walked, leaking subtlety down both legs. . My husband Raf would be gone for two more days with a job clear across the state. I'd have all night to myself to organize my thoughts. I felt cheap and used, and very confused. 

The next day I called in sick to Mister Diaz's voice mail, buying time while I made up my mind how to proceed with telling my husband why I'd quit my job. When Raf came home I was still a bundle of nerves, but he didn't seem to notice. We had sex once, but it was the usual - quick like a bunny - then right to sleep for him. 

That was when I thought most about what I'd done with Mister Diaz - the scenes flooding my head over and over like a movie – and yes . . . soaking my panties. As Raf snored beside me I used my entire hand, ruthlessly punishing my pussy. Although my hand was about the same size as Mr. Diaz's cock, the results just weren't the same. 

After I had a small, unrewarding cum, I felt even worse. On the third day, Raf said I looked as if I'd recovered sufficiently from my flu, asking when I was going back to work. That next morning he practically insisted that I go to work. 

Walking to work, the closer I got to the Diaz mansion the more that stuff I'd done came crashing back in waves. Each time I forced it aside, it immediately returned. I knew I was constantly wet. I could feel it on my thighs, my panties sticking to me. I stopped half a block from the Diaz Mansion and turned back toward home. Quickly retracing my footsteps toward the safety of my own home, I'd only gone a few steps before I turned back again. Finally, I just ran toward the large front gate. 

Tito was in the front garden and he stopped to leer at my pumping legs as I ran past. Briefly, I wondered if he'd heard me crying out that day in Mister Diaz's office. That was too awful to think about. I went directly to the office, finding Mister Diaz working at his desk, dressed in dark slacks and white shirt. He looked up as I burst through the door, smiling knowingly. Without saying a word, he turned toward me, slowly unzipped his fly and removed his thick cock, smiling all the time like he simply knew I'd be back. 

I didn't even protest. I just walked over, dropped to my knees and took his delicious cock all the way into my mouth. Okay, maybe I am a whore, but it tasted so good I didn't care right then. 

I sucked him until he was ready to give me the treat I wanted, but then he pushed my head away, allowing himself time to calm down a bit before pulling my mouth back over it. After a few moments of working on it with lips and tongue, he pulled my mouth completely off his throbbing cock and shoved my head downward while holding his cock up out of the way, directing my mouth to his balls. This was new territory for me. 

Lovingly, I took each velvet orb into my mouth, sucking gently, nibbling both it and the tiny place between his cock and balls, making love to that delicious place. I was in total ecstasy. After a while, he pushed my face even lower, allowing me to nibble the tenderness underneath his balls. Hungrily, I did that until slobbers ran down my chin. 

Then, his hands wrapped in my hair, hurting a little. I felt more pressure as he pushed downward on the back of my head, towards his hairy asshole. Frightened and repulsed, I initially resisted but he was simply too strong for me. Finally, I saw his wrinkled little hole directly in front of my face, retracting in and out as it waited impatiently. 

Now that I saw this forbidden place, it looked tender and inviting. Feeling cheap and nasty, I tentatively touched the puckered ring with my tongue, finding it to be clean, soft . . . delicious. I guess I lost it completely then; biting, licking and sucking his open asshole for a long time. I was finally able to force my stiffened tongue past the resistance, completely inside, rimming him until he literally pushed my mouth away. Feeling like the lowest of whores I squirmed forward and swallowed his cock again. 

He immediately flooded my mouth with delicious floods of cream. I swallowed every bit of it, milking his shaft with my hand to get every precious drop. I almost purred as I licked his cock clean and kept nibbling until he insistently, almost angrily, pushed me away again. Even then, I wanted more. My mind was a mess. I just couldn't get enough of him. Maybe I was going crazy. 

Pulling me to my feet and roughly shoving me over his desk, he entered me from behind, pounding my pussy without mercy – without any warm-up. I didn't care. I climaxed almost immediately just like I had the previous time. It rocked my small body with explosive convulsions as I lifted onto my toes, offering myself to him completely. It went on so long and so intensely that it robbed my strength, my breath and my senses. Weak-kneed and trembling he finally pulled me up, and then pushed me back to my knees, where he abruptly stuck his entire cock inside my mouth.

I worked on him for almost an hour but to my disappointment he didn't cum again. By then I was ready for him to fuck me once more, but for some reason, he denied me that pleasure. At first, I asked him to do it, and then pleaded with him to do it. He finally pushed me back over his desk onto my belly, where I quickly raised my ass for his entry. 

When I felt his bulbous head against my anus I attempted to pull away and lift higher, giving him a better target. He wasn't interested in that, and wouldn't let me lift my ass anymore. I almost panicked when I realized his intentions. My tender anus was the target he was seeking, and nothing would keep him from doing what he wanted. As he pushed that huge crown against my puckered nether-hole, it felt like it was on fire from the friction. 

It seemed to take forever but when the engorged head was finally able to pop inside, it became even worse. The pain was now unbearable. It hurt so much I felt I would die right there, stretched-out over my bosses' desk like a sacrificial lamb. I briefly wondered what my husband would say when he heard of it. I think I screamed loudly because he paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the pain a bit. Then the fire started again as he pushed deeper inside my bowels. That lasted a very long time, and I was sobbing hard by the time he was all the way in. Sank to the balls at last, he mercifully paused again.

"Rub your pussy," he said. 

I obediently touched my clit and a thrill shot through me as sparks literally flew! I heard him laugh as he eased his cock from my clinching anus, and then slowly pushed it back in. It wasn't as bad this time. I rubbed my clit harder and felt a huge climax building. I couldn't tell if it was building inside my asshole, or my vagina! It was awesome!

"Don't cum until I tell you to." 

Frustrated beyond belief, my fingers slowed down but my heart didn't, continuing to pound away inside my chest. Suddenly he was plunging into my anus just like he'd done my vagina – and even more amazing, I was lifting my ass to help him violate me. I could feel every ridge and vain along his meaty cock sliding past the tender ring of my anus, stretching it as nothing ever had until this moment, dragging the lining out as it retreated, shoving it back as it plunged deep again. 

I'd never felt anything like it. I'd never dreamed anything like that could happen between a man and a woman. I vaguely wondered if I'd be deformed once it was over. If I'd be ruined forever. Right then I didn't care. All that mattered was this wonderful feeling, this nasty ultimate high I was experiencing as Diaz pounded into my virgin anus. I reconciled, that I truly was his whore now. 

Diaz stiffened, grunted loudly and roared, "Cum, you bitch! Cum hard!"

I only had to rub furiously for about 30 seconds before crying out as my own climax hit, just as he flooded my bowels with thick semen. Gush after warm gush splashed against my colon, bloating my belly, filling me to capacity. I screamed deliriously as it racked my small body, clutching the desk top, feeling as if my legs would give out if I stood. I remember crying out something really vile, nearly out of my mind with the pleasure I was receiving. 

When it was finally over and I felt him withdrawing his deflating length from my wounded asshole, I couldn't even move. Tears ran freely down my face and I could taste salty tears as they ran into my open mouth. Diaz turned me around, pulled me up and crushed his open mouth down on mine, his tongue probing deep inside. Slowly I reached around his neck, pulled him closer and gave him my own tongue, already feeling a surging desire once more. 

I didn't love this man. Probably didn't even like him very much, but I was his now. I belonged to him. That final act had cemented it. What had I become? What had he awakened inside me? His hands were on my shoulders pressing down, forcing me to my knees. I collapsed as he said, "Clean me up." Fully conquered at last, I did as he instructed. 

No, I didn't love Mister Juan Diaz. I didn't even like him, but from then on I lived for his cock. Not very well put I know, but it's the truth. From that day forward, his wonderful appendage was never completely out of my mind. I'd never had such pleasure before and I knew I simply could not go back to doing without it. The following days were a blur, pretty much of a rerun of the first two times. It got so that, I'd walk into a room and find Mister Diaz there. He'd simply pull his cock out and I'd silently drop to my knees and start sucking it. 

One day on the swimming pool lanai he pulled down his trunks and lay down on his stomach, pulling his ass-cheeks apart. I knew without being told what he wanted. Feeling utterly degraded – and completely excited - I crawled between his spread legs and rimmed his asshole for most of the afternoon. He finally rolled over and said, "Go to the upstairs guest room so I can fuck you." 

As I went inside I suddenly glanced up and found Tito standing at the corner of the main residence, staring at us. His baggy pants were tented, so I suppose he'd seen the whole thing. Maybe he'd heard my frequent screams too and already knew what was going on. Was this the only time he'd watched us? Did Mister Diaz know Tito watched us? That creeped me out. 

My husband still did me occasionally - like a rabbit - so he was happy. I worked a lot of overtime so I also was happy. Mister Diaz was very generous too, giving me a big raise. I now used enemas regularly because I never knew when Diaz would use my anus for his pleasure, and he always wanted me to "clean it up," after any type of sex. 

Walking to work on Monday mornings my panties was usually so wet by the time I got there I immediately went straight to his office. He was always ready, his half-stiffened cock hanging out waiting for me. Several times during the day, we'd fuck or suck. I admit I was in a desire-crazed state of mind most of the time. 

I simply wanted his cock inside me all the time, anyway he wanted me to do it. If a few days went by without getting his cock I'd grow increasingly frustrated until he was stuffing it back inside me again. By the second month, he knew I would do about anything he could think of. He'd trained me well. 

One Monday morning I was so hot I practically ran the last block to work, my panties sopping wet by the time I arrived. Tito was nowhere to be seen, so I hurried inside already anticipating what I'd be doing five minutes from now. I burst into Diaz's office just in time to see him pick up a suitcase. He said, "I'll be gone for several days."

I felt like my breath had been stolen. "Gone?" I cried. "Where . . .?"

"Don't worry. I left Tito in charge. He'll carry on my duties while I'm gone. All of my duties," he said, jerking his head toward his desk. I turned and saw Tito sitting there, a huge grin on his ugly face. 

Diaz walked to the door. "Go on," he said. "Tito is in charge now." He closed the door behind him, leaving me in the room alone with that awful man. 

Totally confused and so horny I was almost out of my mind I was suddenly starting to be very frightened, too. Fearfully, I glanced at Tito who was now sitting with his cock hanging outside his pants, just stroking it and grinning ugly. It then became clear what Mister Diaz had meant. He wanted to keep me hooked on cock while he was gone. Afraid I'd come to my senses while he was away, he'd intended this to happen! 

I knew I could simply walk out and leave, but would he let me return later if I did that? In any event this lie I was living could finally be over. All I had to do was walk out right now! Could I live with that? Go back to the way things used to be? Go back to the "Rabbit sex" thing, twice a month? No. I knew I could not do that. 

I looked at Tito's imposing cock and shivered. It was just as large as Mister Diaz's, probably thicker, but it was very ugly. Crooked and knobby-looking, it protruded at least a foot from beneath a rolling slab of belly-fat, jerking every few seconds like it was a living thing trying to get at me. 

My heart pounded in my chest as something akin to terror gripped my throat, causing me to shiver with revulsion. I felt almost nauseous. He grinned like he knew exactly what I was thinking, and couldn't care less as he lovingly stroked that massive cock, filling it with engorged blood and causing it to throb. 

"Come here," the Troll said rather forcefully in the thick accent of Mexico's desert Indian people. Everything he said sounded like an unintelligent grunt. 

Shaking my head silently I backed away, my eyes fixed on that huge appendage like it might attack me if I looked away. Moving to the door I opened it, but was unable to leave. I just stood there, my head down. I couldn't walk through that door. I wanted to leave, but I knew I'd never see Mister Diaz again if I did. Of course, there was that other thing as well . . . my soaked panties . . . our usual Monday Morning fuck! 

Hating myself, I glanced back and saw his huge cock jerk once and then again, sending another shiver through me. This shiver was different than the last one though. I felt an insistent flood seeping through my already drenched panties, running down the inside of my thigh. Hanging my head in defeat, I slowly turned and looked straight at him. He just held his cock out toward me, grinning. Then sighing in defeat, trembling all over, my knees growing weaker with each step, I moved nearer. 

"Closer puta!" he said, anger suddenly shooting from his eyes. He said some other things in Spanish, causing me to cringe. I could tell he was low-bred, by the manner in which he spoke. 

I was now within reach, trying to force my fear down. He tilted his head downward and then looked back up, straight into my fear-widened eyes. I knew what he meant. I'd seen Diaz do that very same thing many times. Had Tito been spying on us when he did it? That was just too awful to even imagine. 

Without willing it I slowly sank to my knees, gulping air through an open mouth as I violently trembled from head to toe. Tito held his dick out toward me, that open eye at the very tip staring straight into my soul. I saw the clear liquid drop that had formed on it, quivering, threatening to run down its side. I just blanked my mind, opened my mouth wider and . . . did it. 

The taste was terrible, stinging my tongue and bringing tears to my eyes, probably because his hygiene wasn't all that good. But that quickly went away and only the sensation of thick meat sliding over my tongue was left. I just held the large mushroom head in my mouth for a moment, not wanting to think. He quickly grew tired of that, placing his hand at the back of my head, forcing my mouth down farther. 

Soon I was swallowing the whole thing, licking and sucking as though it were Mister Diaz. The only differences were the ugly knobs on his cock and the rough feeling against my lips as they passed over them. He came in less than two minutes. It must've been a long time since he'd had a female because he squirted at least a pint of thick cum into my mouth! I tried pulling away, but he held my head firmly in place, pumping his groin up like he was fucking my face. 




Rosa'a New Life



When he was finished I attempted pushing him back, but he just held me there, and his cock never did go completely soft. After a while he pulled me to my feet and almost threw me onto the couch, climbing between my out-stretched legs. There were no preliminaries, no warm-up. He simply forced what felt like a fence-post inside my vagina, and unceremoniously began plowing into me. 

That was when I realized I was absolutely slick with my own fluids. I was so wet! Suddenly I was gripping him between my thighs, my arms around his neck, lifting to meet his savage thrusts. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck . . ." he kept muttering softly. 

"Yes, yes, yes . . ." I whispered frantically. 

I felt every ridge and vane on his ugly cock as it passed in and out of my vagina lips. Now that he was inside me, he felt much bigger than Mister Diaz. It seemed he was pulling my vagina walls out each time he left my pussy, cramming it back inside with each violent thrust. I didn't care. If he ruined me, so be it. All that mattered now was that awesome cock jarring me with every thrust! 

The fact that it was crooked and knobby, now worked to his advantage, sending thrills and ripples through me each time they moved inside my body. Fireworks were starting somewhere deep inside my head, the sparks beginning to fly once more. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, and groaning I accepted it, lashing out with my own as I climaxed so hard it jarred my slender body. Over and over the waves slammed into me, making me lose consciousness for several seconds each time. I'd not even finished cumming, when he pulled out and roughly flipped me over, slamming his cock back into me quickly. 

Doggy style he could go even deeper and he never let up, wrecking my helpless body with every hard thrust. It felt as though he were trying to push inside my cervix. I felt him cum again, his thick liquid splashing around inside me like an open faucet. He came almost as much as he had the first time. Again his cock didn't go soft, but he rested, gasping for breath in my ear, unmoving for a long time. 

Unknowingly though, he'd awakened me again with his last cum. I wiggled frantically from beneath him, pushed him onto his back and straddled him, sliding down on his cock. I rode him like a wild stallion, crying, laughing and slamming into him just as he'd done me. I felt the rapture building inside my loins once more, fire and pressure raging to be let out. When I came, screaming and rolling my ass around on his fat belly, it was even more intense than the first time. I finally fell forward and passed out on him.

I stayed home the following day, revolted by what I'd done with that awful brute. I wanted to call in sick again, but Diaz would be gone for a week and I knew he'd be pissed if I did, and besides, I'd be climbing the walls by the time he returned. I had half a day to think about it anyway because I didn't even see Tito until mid-afternoon. 

I looked up to find him standing beside the tool shed out back, wearing that dirty undershirt, grinning evilly as he stroked his long cock under a sagging slab of fat. Revolted and nauseous by what I'd seen, I ducked back from the window holding my breath, praying he hadn't seen me. I peeked out and found him staring at the window. He glanced downward toward his shaft, and waddled toward his basement room. I knew what that meant, but I'd be damned if I would be his bitch – at his beck and call anytime he wanted a blow job! 

I washed a few more dishes but my mind was rushing like it was on drugs, visions of a giant throbbing cock, my panties drenched. I dropped a cup and broke it, then placed my hands on the counter top and stood with head bowed, tears stinging my eyes. As I slipped out of my panties I bit my lip until it hurt, and then just dried my hands and went downstairs. 

He was already undressed by the time I arrived, his cock hard and throbbing, looking like a meaty post. I just sank to my knees and swallowed him completely, his hairy balls bouncing on my chin. The initial stinging on my tongue told me he probably hadn't bathed since we'd been together, but that soon went away and all that was left was the warm taste of meat sliding across my tongue. I unbuttoned my dress as I worked on it, slipping it off my shoulders. 

I slobbered on his cock until I felt saliva running down my chin, dripping onto my breasts. I sucked him, nibbled his balls and licked up his droplets until he finally came deep down my throat. It seemed endless but I didn't lose a drop. After he stopped spurting into my mouth, I tenderly sucked him some more to keep him hard, because I needed to have relief too. 

After a while, he literally forced my mouth off his cock, turned me around onto my knees, and entered me doggy style. He didn't slide it in, he jammed it in! There were no preliminaries, no warm-up. It felt like he'd torn me apart. Despite the pain I was soon wiggling backward in response to his savage thrusts. There was nothing tender about it. He hammered that fence-post sized piece of meat into my soft core like a battering ram, jarring my smaller body forward an inch each time. 

After a while of this, I felt his rough hands slid under my belly and my knees lifted off the floor. He didn't let up. If anything, his hammering intensified. I simply hung there like a battered piece of meat, this new angle allowing him to thrust even deeper, banging viciously against my cervix with every hump, producing delicious pain each time it did. I was no longer a participant in the act. I was a victim, violated and used solely for his pleasure. He might as well have been masturbating. I'd never felt so helpless, so used . . . so fulfilled. 

My climax hit like a freight train, slamming me into a semi-conscious state of mind, only letting me recover briefly until the next one hit. Over and over, multiple orgasms racked my slender body. At one point I realized I was screaming mindlessly, trying impossibly to rotate my ass, unable to because it was suspended in space. Instead I clinched my ass cheeks and clawed at the carpet. 

I wondered if Mrs. Diaz was awake and could hear me. Gone was the innocent young girl, the good daughter, the dutiful wife. My husband, my priest, my own mother could walk through the door right then, and I wouldn't have been able to stop. 

I hung supported only by his rough hands under my belly, my thighs parted, pussy open and completely vulnerable as he relentlessly plowed his turgid cock deep inside my soft belly. I briefly wondered what we must look like if a stranger happened in. Just when I thought I couldn't possibly climax anymore, another one shook me right to my very soul. 

Drained, hanging limply in his hands, I heard myself whimpering like a small hurt animal as he fucked me like I truly was his bitch. Mercifully, I finally felt him squirting inside me, flooding my pussy, drenching it with thick sperm - warm, soothing and delicious, running down the insides of both my thighs. When he was done, he unceremoniously dropped me onto my stomach, where I either blacked out or went to sleep for a couple minutes.

I don't know how long I was out but I awoke as he rolled me over on my back. Opening my eyes I found myself staring straight up into his asshole, his large hairy balls swaying as he vigorously jerked-off directly over my head. I just lay there watching him do it, letting him cum on my face. I was a whore - a two-timing, cheating little slut. I deserved it. 

I closed my eyes just as the first globs splattered all over my face, plastering one eyes shut. When I heard him leave, I got my breathing under control and my bones solidified once more, then stumbled into the restroom. I stood under the shower for a long time before I somehow made it home, dropping onto the couch and sleeping for hours. 

The next morning I stood at the kitchen sink doing Mrs. Diaz's breakfast dishes again, thinking about how revolted I'd been afterward. I was completely repulsed by that despicable person. He made me sick. So why then, did I allow him to use me like that? Subtly, I guess I knew. Mister Diaz had broken something inside my physic that first day in his office. Maybe it had happened to others, I don't know. Maybe to all those pretty girls I knew who'd gone bad after leaving high school. Had the same thing happened to them? 

What I knew was, all I thought about anymore was getting fucked. Not just fucked, but used, humiliated and even hurt a little. Maybe the "hurt" was partially to relieve some of the guilt I felt. Like right then, just thinking about that nasty brute cumming right on my face, made the breath catch in my throat. I was totally unaware my hand had travelled under the hem of my maid uniform, cupping my vagina. 

Quickly drying my hands, I went to find Tito. I found him working at the tool table, fixing something. He didn't stop working accept to point under the table with one hand. I crawled under it like an obedient dog and fumbled with his zipper. Reaching inside, I felt him stiffen, pulled it out and was greeted by a whiff of nasty cock. 

I let it finish hardening inside my mouth, I was that eager. I sucked him for over an hour, tasting his pre-cum, stopping when he got close, and then starting again when his legs had stopped trembling. Finally, he pulled me from under the table, bent me over it and slammed his engorged cock inside my pussy. I came immediately. It was one of three during the afternoon. 

After fucking Tito for a while now, I have come to the conclusion that although it doesn't visually appear so, his meaty shaft is substantially more formidable than Mr. Diaz's. Whether this is true due to its obscene crook, or that he simply uses it to savage me without any consideration of my own pleasure, I don't know. In any event, every time he pushes me over a desk or table, or forces me into the doggie position, my tender asshole clinches tightly with expectation. 

I pray it never dawns on him to insert his huge cock into that tight, dry orifice. I know without a doubt that it would kill me. Still I never hesitate to show it to him whenever he wants, even offering it to him willingly, daring him to do me that way - probably feeling as if I deserve it for just being the whore I've become. 

I soon realized Tito wants sex all the time. Five, six, sometimes, seven times daily. Maybe it's because he's of lesser intelligence, but how he does it I don't know. As for me, I just feel like a total whore and deserve anything that happens to me, so I let him do whatever he wants even if I'm not in the mood and ready to do it again. I usually end up enjoying it most of the time though. 

I tried avoiding him, but he always seems to know how to find me - just walking up to me and pulling out his cock. Sometimes I'm so tender between my legs that that sucking him off seems like the lesser of the evils. I can't deny that I love the feel of a cock in my mouth though - the taste of his cum, too. I still ran the last block to work, wet and dripping. 

Mister Diaz came back and we started our routine once more. Only now, I had two sex addicts after me with their large throbbing cocks. Somehow I managed it, realizing that I was addicted to sex. I usually arrived home at the end of the day, so weak and exhausted I could barely walk. That was about the time Raf told me he'd gotten a job offer and we were moving to California - and I panicked. 

I knew I'd never be able to go back to the meager sex I'd had before Mister Diaz. I didn't know what to do. When I told Mister Diaz of this plan he told me I could live at his mansion until I found another place - if I stayed and worked for him. It implied more than he said, but one morning I packed two suitcases and left a note for Raf, walking the mile I'd walked so many times during the past year. No one was there when I arrived except for Mrs. Diaz. I fed her and changed her sheets, and later found Mister Diaz in his office. 

He said, "I'm going to the airport in an hour. I'll be gone for a few days. Just put your bags in Tito's room. You'll be sleeping there for the time being. I'll make arrangements when I return." 

He walked out leaving me with my mouth hanging open. I'd already packed my clothes and left Raf a note! He'd undoubtedly read it by now! I'd thought I was getting a room of my own! I didn't know I'd be sleeping with that nasty brute! I was so fucked!

Needless to say, after that my life as I'd known it fell apart. I started going to see Cleo, my therapist, a few months later and she has helped me cope with what I've become. If you'd like to hear more about my fall from being a dutiful young wife, to becoming the slut I now am, let me know and I'll ask Cleo to help me write more. I am slowly trying to turn my life around again and with her help, I'll do it.