One Man Enters

Your probation officer, Carlos, was a fellow Cuban. But unlike your lighter skinned, thinner features, Carlos was squat, brown skinned, hairy, with dark eyes that scanned everything, especially your ex. He reminded you of your Uncle Fernando.

After he inspected your home, Amanda and Gus excused themselves for a meal. Carlos sat down on the plush couch and interviewed you in excruciating detail. Your history with Amanda. Your illnesses. Your prognosis. The estrogen that was holding your doom at bay. The estrogen that was making you a bitch.

He was wearing a polo, exposing the hint of a hairy chest. He was starting to squirm, staring at your small breasts, at your thick thighs and round ass. And you could see his own healthy bulge growing in his pants.

"So you're going to need to check in with me every other day," he said, his deep voice making your toes curl. You tucked the blonde hair of your wig behind your ears, a telltale sign.

"Sure, I can do that," you murmured, your tongue extending along your lower lip, glossy and pink and sparkly. He shifted again, his hardon evident. "I could check in right now."

"Hmm?" he said, playing dumb. You reached down, unzipping his jeans, tugging out his long, fat Brown cock.

"Ooo, Papi," you purred, tugging on the cock, playing with his foreskin. You'd planned on fucking your probation officer, getting some extra privileges. But Carlos ... he wasn't a bad catch.

"I'm not into guys," Carlos said. You put a finger up to his lips, smelling of sweet lotion.

"I'm not a guy. Not anymore. Not for awhile," you said. You looked at him with your unnaturally blue eyes, as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. You started to bob your lips up and down.

"Fuckkkkkkkk," he said, your lips making his cock throb. "Maria hasn't done this in ..."

He had a wife. Your lips curled. So much the better. You attacked his cock with your skilled lips and throat, taking him balls deep, pushing out your tongue to drag over his heavy nutsack. You paused, tugging your mouth off his prick to suck on his heavy balls, letting your tongue gently brush into his crack to gently swab at his asshole. He smelled masculine, strong. He was overweight and overworked, but in this moment, he served what you needed. You gave some more attention to his balls and ass, then went back to loudly **** on his cock. He thrust into you, occasionally deriding you in Spanish. Finally, he fed you a thick load of seed. You mewled, pausing to clean him up.

"I ... like being a bad girl sometimes Papi. But I'll make it worth your while," you said, smiling sweetly. He looked at your ass, chuckling gruffly.

"Nothing that is worse than needing a clean urine test," he said. "And you're at the beck and call whenever I need it." You nodded enthusiastically.

He dressed, his post-nut clarity conflicting him, but still terribly tempted by you. After he left, Amanda and Gus returned. Amanda put her hand on her hip, eyeing you.

"Oh my God, sweetie, you're such a slut!" she teased.