Where Carlos and I live is a city where Central Americans, people from Honduras or El Salvador on their way to the United States, regularly pass through. One day a friend asked me for a favor, to go to her parents' house that they rented out, where some people would be waiting to see if they wanted to occupy it or not, everything was already discussed among them and it was just a matter of showing the house, my friend couldn't show it because she wasn't allowed to leave work.
I arrived early at the house and gave it a quick cleaning so it would look even more presentable, the house was already furnished and I just had to put away some things and sit down to wait, I was dressed up, you never know who might show up. Two men arrived who wanted to rent it for their employees visiting the company, I showed them around, there was flirting but that's as far as it went. They gave me their numbers and of course I clarified that my friend was the contact, they already knew but just wanted to stay in touch.
I sent Carlos a message about what had happened and morbidly he started telling me why I lost the opportunity to help my friend close the deal, he started teasing me with his messages and since no one else was waiting, I sat down on the couch and started touching myself, imagining everything that could have happened, everything I've been through and all the fantasies left to fulfill.
I was concentrating on mine when I heard someone knocking at the door, I got startled because I wasn't expecting anyone, I sent Carlos a message and went upstairs to see who it was, it was a boy with a backpack, I thought he would ask for money. I came down, greeted him, and asked if he needed help with his trip to the US or something to eat, Carlos called me asking who it was and what was going on, Carlos says:
Carlos: Why aren't you letting him in? Just leave him alone and let him remember his passage through the city.
Me: (Laughing)...
Carlos: Come on, Ale...if you're thinking about it, it's because you like the idea.
Me: Rio
Carlos: (Whispering) Come on my slut...
With just the idea, I felt tingles in my vagina, so I decided to lie to my friend and told her that Carlos had passed by and if she could give me a roll with him at home. My friend only said bitch but leave it clean. I apologize to the boy for making him wait. He was someone slender and dark-skinned, approximately 1.85 meters tall.
I made him pass through and he was surprised; I told him to take a seat and asked his name, he said his name was Santos and he was from Honduras.
Me: Long way to the U.S., right? Because of nerves?
Santos: It's because you're the first person who makes me pass, some don't even open the door for me.
Me: I'm not like others, Santos, I love attending well to my visitors and you're a visitor from my country, do you want a glass of water?
Santos: Yes, thank you very much.
I walked towards the kitchen smiling and wiggling my bum like the slutty that I am. He didn't take his eyes off me and also smiled timidly but did it.
I looked at the refrigerator and saw there was something to eat; I prepared a sandwich and brought it along with the water.
I sat in front of him and he thanked the gesture, I saw him already more calm and told him if he wanted he could go take a bath and then continue on with some food in his stomach and fresh, he hesitated but I insisted.
I went upstairs to the second floor and entered the bathroom to carefully hide the towels, wondering things because I lived alone and commented like all my lovers that I was married but my husband spent most of his time working.
Santos got into the bathroom and started taking a shower; I immediately undressed and waited for him to call me for the towels. Approximately 15 minutes later, I heard Santos' call:
Santos: Ale!!! friend!! do you mind if I take a towel?
Me: (Walking towards the bathroom, naked with the towel in hand)
Santos: (Surprised but doesn't try to cover himself)
Me: (Walking towards him and starting to dry him off while he stands there)
Santos: Ale...for...
Me: Told you, Santos, I'm not... Like the others. Santos: I don't have money... no no no can pay you...
I: Then you'll come back and do it...
After drying him off, I took him to the bedroom, laid him on the edge of the bed, got down in front of him, this time not having condoms so I'd only use my hand to pleasure him...
I: Have you ever been with a Mexican slut?
Santos: No... never... never had been with someone like you...
His cock was getting harder and I was eager to put it in my mouth but I had to hold back, besides living something different...
He was about to come so I stopped him, told him, Come on, let's go back to the shower...
I turned on the water, got in with him, started rubbing my body against his, got down on my knees again, started touching him again, my hands caressing his testicles, he took my head and brought it closer wanting me to suck him, I was laughing and telling him Until you have money to pay, this is just for relaxation and told him I'd be your slut when you want Santos... and without more I couldn't distinguish between the hot water or his semen...
I washed off, dried myself, he did the same, we got dressed and said goodbye, he said he'd never forget that moment and would remember it with a lot of laughter...
I was left with a desire to get laid, took my phone and called my ex-professor, the message read I need to get laid, come over.
I arrived early at the house and gave it a quick cleaning so it would look even more presentable, the house was already furnished and I just had to put away some things and sit down to wait, I was dressed up, you never know who might show up. Two men arrived who wanted to rent it for their employees visiting the company, I showed them around, there was flirting but that's as far as it went. They gave me their numbers and of course I clarified that my friend was the contact, they already knew but just wanted to stay in touch.
I sent Carlos a message about what had happened and morbidly he started telling me why I lost the opportunity to help my friend close the deal, he started teasing me with his messages and since no one else was waiting, I sat down on the couch and started touching myself, imagining everything that could have happened, everything I've been through and all the fantasies left to fulfill.
I was concentrating on mine when I heard someone knocking at the door, I got startled because I wasn't expecting anyone, I sent Carlos a message and went upstairs to see who it was, it was a boy with a backpack, I thought he would ask for money. I came down, greeted him, and asked if he needed help with his trip to the US or something to eat, Carlos called me asking who it was and what was going on, Carlos says:
Carlos: Why aren't you letting him in? Just leave him alone and let him remember his passage through the city.
Me: (Laughing)...
Carlos: Come on, Ale...if you're thinking about it, it's because you like the idea.
Me: Rio
Carlos: (Whispering) Come on my slut...
With just the idea, I felt tingles in my vagina, so I decided to lie to my friend and told her that Carlos had passed by and if she could give me a roll with him at home. My friend only said bitch but leave it clean. I apologize to the boy for making him wait. He was someone slender and dark-skinned, approximately 1.85 meters tall.
I made him pass through and he was surprised; I told him to take a seat and asked his name, he said his name was Santos and he was from Honduras.
Me: Long way to the U.S., right? Because of nerves?
Santos: It's because you're the first person who makes me pass, some don't even open the door for me.
Me: I'm not like others, Santos, I love attending well to my visitors and you're a visitor from my country, do you want a glass of water?
Santos: Yes, thank you very much.
I walked towards the kitchen smiling and wiggling my bum like the slutty that I am. He didn't take his eyes off me and also smiled timidly but did it.
I looked at the refrigerator and saw there was something to eat; I prepared a sandwich and brought it along with the water.
I sat in front of him and he thanked the gesture, I saw him already more calm and told him if he wanted he could go take a bath and then continue on with some food in his stomach and fresh, he hesitated but I insisted.
I went upstairs to the second floor and entered the bathroom to carefully hide the towels, wondering things because I lived alone and commented like all my lovers that I was married but my husband spent most of his time working.
Santos got into the bathroom and started taking a shower; I immediately undressed and waited for him to call me for the towels. Approximately 15 minutes later, I heard Santos' call:
Santos: Ale!!! friend!! do you mind if I take a towel?
Me: (Walking towards the bathroom, naked with the towel in hand)
Santos: (Surprised but doesn't try to cover himself)
Me: (Walking towards him and starting to dry him off while he stands there)
Santos: Ale...for...
Me: Told you, Santos, I'm not... Like the others. Santos: I don't have money... no no no can pay you...
I: Then you'll come back and do it...
After drying him off, I took him to the bedroom, laid him on the edge of the bed, got down in front of him, this time not having condoms so I'd only use my hand to pleasure him...
I: Have you ever been with a Mexican slut?
Santos: No... never... never had been with someone like you...
His cock was getting harder and I was eager to put it in my mouth but I had to hold back, besides living something different...
He was about to come so I stopped him, told him, Come on, let's go back to the shower...
I turned on the water, got in with him, started rubbing my body against his, got down on my knees again, started touching him again, my hands caressing his testicles, he took my head and brought it closer wanting me to suck him, I was laughing and telling him Until you have money to pay, this is just for relaxation and told him I'd be your slut when you want Santos... and without more I couldn't distinguish between the hot water or his semen...
I washed off, dried myself, he did the same, we got dressed and said goodbye, he said he'd never forget that moment and would remember it with a lot of laughter...
I was left with a desire to get laid, took my phone and called my ex-professor, the message read I need to get laid, come over.
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