Meet the roommate

With a look that combines annoyance and worry Meghan gestures you in to her apartment, shutting the door and turning the latch.

"I've brought a guest for tea Elena, are you decent?"

"Sure chica, come on in," the soft liquid voice answers. You step a few feet down a hallway, past a small kitchen, and step into a combined living-dining room. A clutter of female underwear and stockings is draped over a couple of chairs, but your eyes are drawn to the figure of a young woman reclining on the couch propped up against some pillows, eyeing you with interest.

"Mmm," she purrs. "That's a fine lookin' vato. Who's this, chica?"

"This is my boss, Mr. Chandler. He was kind enough to give me a ride home because of the rain, and I invited him in for tea. This is my roommate Elena, sir."

"Pleased to meet you," you smile, your taking in the lovely olive skinned latina on the couch. She's wearing a cream colored satin button shirt and a matching pair of shorts that show a lot of very appealing legs. As she grins back at you and moves, it's very evident that her ample breasts aren't restrained by a bra.

"Oh, you the big bad boss man. I heard about you. You got the chica all worked up."

"Elena!" Meghan squeaks.

"Aww, there's nothing wrong with that, honey. He's fine lookin'. Better than the pendejo who bailed on me tonight. You go make some tea, chica. Come sit by me, vato. I want to meet the man who got my girl so crazy."

"Elena..." Meghan says doubtfully, glancing between the two of you.

"It's ok chica, he's safe from me. I don't know if I'm safe from him though. What do you say, vato? Am I safe from you?" She grins openly at you, her flashing white teeth in contrast with her light brown skin. She tosses a mane of black hair as she grins, her breasts moving under her shirt.

With a worried look behind her, Meghan retreats to the kitchen. You smile at the pretty latina and she pulls her feet up, bending her knees and nodding at the space for you to sit. When you sit she pushes her legs forward a bit, pressing her toes against your thigh and grinning at you.

"What's your name big boss man? I don't want to call you 'Mr. Something.'"

"I'm John," you smile at her. "You're a pretty girl Elena."

"I know. You don't tell me nothin' I don't know. You're a fine lookin' man yourself, vato. For an old guy, I mean." She grins impishly and pokes you with a toe. "Just joking, man. I like older men, they look better. You got a wife, vato?"

"I do."

"That's ok. Long as you don't go running home to her when you promised your side piece a night on the town. You got a side piece, vato? Chica tells me you banged every chick in the office except her." There's an anguished squeak from the kitchen and a flustered Meghan appears.

"Elena! Be quiet. I'm sorry Mr. Chandler, I'm really sorry. Elena forgets her manners some times, I'm sorry." She's blushing and stammering.

"Chill chica, I'm just talkin'. He knows who he banged and who he didn't, right vato?" Her toes rub against your thigh. "If he wanted you, he'd take you girl. He's got that look about him. The look that says he's gonna pick you up and carry you off and fuck your brains out if he wants to. Am I right vato?"

"Elena! Stop it! You're impossible!"

"Oh no, chica, I'm very possible. Aren't I, vato?" She gives you a sultry smile that nothing but sex and presses her feet against your thigh. You stroke one of her feet, caressing her ankle and she smiles and purrs at you.

"You go make the tea, chica," she says to Meghan without looking at her. "I think me and your boss can keep ourselves entertained." She pushes her feet against your thigh and gives a soft sigh as you stroke her calf, running your hand up her satin skin.

"You got a nice touch, vato. You make a girl feel hot and sexy," she breathes at you. You look at Meghan standing stricken, watching from the kitchen entrance, and smile at her as your hand strokes up the latina's legs. She parts her knees, smiling at you, her hands stroking her own thighs.

"What do you say, vato? You gonna pick me up and carry me off to fuck me?" she murmurs silkily.

"No. I'm going to fuck you right here where you are," you answer, sliding your hands up her legs and hooking your fingers in the waistband of her shorts, peeling them down. She lifts her ass to help you, tossing her hair again and grinning eagerly. She has a narrow black line of pubic hair leading up from her pussy, almost like an arrow pointing to the treasure.

"Chica, you go hide your eyes," she calls. "Your bossman is gonna have his way with me." Meghan doesn't move, still standing and watching her face a mask of shame and shock.

"Take off your shirt," you tell her and she pouts sexily at you.

"What if I don't, vato?"

"Then I'll rip it off you and tie you up with it," you grin. She gives a shiver of delight and starts unbuttoning it.

"You say the sweetest things to a girl. Bet you have the bitches eating out of your hand. Or off of your cock. You like what you see, vato?" she asks, pulling her shirt open to display a pair of firm round breasts, each tippled with a nipple so dark as to be almost black. They are already hard little pebbles and she tugs one of them, staring at you with a smile that smokes with lust.

You undo your pants and push them down, your hard cock springing to attention.

"Damn, you got what a girl needs vato," she husks, sitting forward and stroking your cock. You squeeze her full breasts, rubbing your thumbs over the nipples, scratching them lightly with a thumbnail. Her mouth is open and wet, staring into your face as she jerks your cock. Her other hand works at the buttons of your shirt, trying to get it open.

"I like skin to skin, that's the best," she says, rubbing one hand over your chest while the other stays busy with your cock.

"I like mouth to cock," you reply, and pull her down over your straining meat. She sucks eagerly, slurping happily and drooling spit down your shaft. Her hand strokes your balls, gently squeezing, then presses the flesh behind then sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Meghan still stands watching, one hand pressing against her mound, the other stroking her belly. Her distressed face is a blend of dismay and excitement. You stare at her as Elena's head bobs in your lap, devouring your cock.

You pull the latina into your lap, her thighs parting to straddle you. You nuzzle her fine tits with your mouth, and she holds your head against them, purring with pleasure. She fumbles beneath herself for your cock and positioning it, drives herself onto it with a long guttural groan.

"You fill a girl up, vato," she moans, writhing her ass to take your cock deeper. You start thrusting up into her as you squeeze and suck her breasts, gently biting her nipples.

"You're hittin' my spot baby, Oh yeah, you're hittin' it! Right there vato, right there!" she cries as he drives herself onto your throbbing meat. Her soft, round tits press against your face as she rides you, filling herself with cock. You cup her ass with one hand, then reach between you to rub her clit. At the first touch of your fingers she convulses, her back arching, her mouth open in a a gasping shriek.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Yesssssss! Bite me! Fuckin' bite me as you fuck me!" she cries out, pulling your head against her breasts, pushing a nipple into your mouth as she grinds against your cock

"¡Por dios!" she shrieks as her orgasm racks her lovely body, her cunt spasming and squeezing your cock. You own climax triggers, pumping hot seed into her sleek writhing body as you grunt your pleasure into her.

Finally you both slow, gasping your breaths as you hold each other, enjoying the afterglow. Meghan still stands watching, stroking her mound through her dress, her eyes wide. Elena sags against your chest and looks at her, panting.

"You still here, chica? Get a nice view?"

With a sob of dismay, your secretary turns and runs down the hallway, a door slamming behind her.