Latinas do it best [MF][Rough][True]

This story happened around 5 years ago while I was living in San Francisco. Rents were out of control when I moved there and so I figured it would be a good idea to get a 2 bedroom apartment and find someone to split the cost with. It was a bit of a gamble that I would find someone compatible, but it went smoother than I expected: within a week of posting an ad on craigslist, I had over a dozen people interested. When I met Kiki I knew right away I’d be offering her the room. She had all the attributes of a perfect roommate: A solid job, good references, a running car, 27 years old, long black hair, totally decent b cups, a slim waist, and an ass that could launch a thousand ships. She was fun too – I don’t know if it’s just me and my thing for hispanic girls… but when white girls are hot it’s so incredibly boring. They all dye their hair blond and walk around so stuck up – acting like some millionaire is going to pick them up off the street in his Tesla and marry them and they’ll just be some trophy wife. Latinas are different, it’s like they can’t even tell how hot they are.

After living with her for 6 months or so, it was clear that Kiki was absolutely my type of hot… She gave me shit about never getting laid and joked about porn all the time. She once asked to borrow my laptop and when I gave it to her, she acted like it was biohazardous, only grabbing it with two fingers off each hand. “Oh god, this thing is probably covered in a layer of your unborn children.” I fucking laughed out loud at that one. “True enough” I replied. “For the sake of our good roommate relationship, maybe don’t go into my search history,” I warned her. “You are a sick sick old pervert” she pretended to scold me and shook her head. I was only 34 at the time but she always chided me about needing viagra. We joked like that a lot… let me tell you… if you ever find yourself in a friendship with a hot girl that you tell sex jokes with, hold on to it. I miss the joking more than anything.

Once a month or so she came home tipsy with some rando from a bar or just got liquored up at home and got on Tinder. Our house wasn’t exactly soundproof and I got treated to some amazing concerts. One time I’m not super proud of, I heard some dude moaning but nothing really from her… I gave in to my weakness and I snuck outside to peer through her bedroom curtains. Sure enough, there she was in just a thong, down on her knees, head bobbing up and down on a fat cock. It looked like she could deep throat a little and this lucky bastard had his head thrown back in ecstasy and hands in her hair. I dug deep for the strength to not start beating off right there, and went back inside, and in to my room, where I must have beat off four times to the memory.

The next night I was watching television in the living room, Kiki came in and sat down to watch with me. “What are we watching?” She asked me. “I don’t know. Some garbage. You can change it if you want.” “Nah,” she replied, “there won’t be anything as good as the show you watched last night anyway, right?” And she looked me dead in the eye. Fuck. Busted. I felt genuinely awful. I’m an admitted pervert, but peeping is a line that I don’t cross… Well, hardly ever I guess. She twisted the knife a bit more “did you trample all my flowers?” I was gutted… and I think she could tell so she started to let me off the hook a bit. “You know, if you want a better view, just knock next time.” She was clearly joking but it caused an immediate stirring in my sweatpants. “Maybe you can hold the towel for me. That fucking asshole came right in my hair. Some people have absolutely NO MANNERS.” I kinda half laughed feeling immensely relieved that I hadn’t ruined everything – again, imagine if this was some white chick? I’d still be in jail today. Instead, here we were joking as always. I could tell she was genuinely a bit peeved, but was getting over it. “How do you think I did? Could I be a star? You’ve probably seen a million blowjobs online right?” “At least” I replied “…and yours was a super solid B minus at least.” She immediately fired back: “Oh fuck you, you nasty perv. You probably ran off to your room with your bottle of blue pills for some alone time.” I defended myself of course “ummm, four alone times actually.” She called me a perv and that was about the end of that.

Anyway, the real story begins when she and a few friends signed up for “pole dancing” classes, which were pretty popular at the time as sort of an empowerment / positive body issue thing for women to do. They were at the apartment having some liquid courage before the class. I was having a manhattan and feeling courageous myself so I joked with Kiki “So when do the free roommate lap dances start then?” She immediately joked back “fuck no! Some time after the free roommate car washes start.” “Listen,” I said “you have no idea how much money I’ve been wasting at the Lusty Lady. You could really help our household’s finances here.” They all laughed it off of course, but after they left I sure as heck took her spare keys and got her car detailed inside and out.

She came home alone later that night as I was sitting on the couch watching TV. I heard her talking on the phone, coming up the driveway. She stopped her conversation mid sentence and said “oh my god… my roommate… is such a dirtbag. I’ll call you back.” When she came through the front door she looked at me with this “am I really going to do this” kind of look and asked me “did you seriously wash my car?” “Hey” I replied, “you made the rules, I’m just an innocent party here really.” She stood thinking for another moment and then gave in, “Okay…. But if I have to feel your tiny erection poking me I’m going to make a drink to get me through this shit. Put on some music.” My flatscreen had that thing where you can play youtube and so I put on some reggaeton video, which I think was a good choice – it’s good stripper music and the videos are usually pretty sexy. Kiki came back with a whisky on the rocks in her hand and she started to dance, showing off her new moves. She wasn’t the world’s greatest stripper but she looked damn good with her big beautiful ass swaying back and forth with the music. With her shirt still on she stuck her tits in my face. I was on cloud fucking nine. She took off her shirt but left her bra on and turned around. She stood between my knees and sat on my lap and started grinding around and around. I was rock solid at this point and lucky to be wearing athletic shorts with no underwear. Well… It wasn’t luck, I had ditched my underwear intentionally for this exact reason. She felt my overly excited cock moving freely in my shorts and gave me a sign of approval: “HEEEEEYYYY, look who’s having fun?! You know… Jack, I’m impressed with your little buddy down there. I expected worse. Solid B minus at least.” I tried to laugh a little but I was absolutely cranked, flushed face, and feeling like I was going to blow my load right in my shorts… which really wouldn’t have bothered me. I was also terrified of doing something wrong or crossing a line and bringing this experience to an early end so my hands were glued to the sofa. Kiki took that as an insult. She grabbed a big sip of her whiskey and got back to grinding, saying “I’m sure you aren’t so polite at the clubs. Why don’t you treat me like a stripper that you just paid?” Fuck. I have no idea how I didn’t lose my edge and explode right then and there hearing that, but maybe the couple drinks that I had already were helping. “Okay.” I said in response, trying to sound comically sexual “in that case, I’ll have another whisky, and a blowjob out in the alley.” She laughed loudly, and kept the dancing going. I got as handsy as I thought I could, grabbing her divine hips on both sides and grinding her ass harder into my cock, hoping now, as the song was winding down, to blow my load. I dry humped her for just a few seconds which she didn’t seem to mind but didn’t really respond to either… but then the song ended and she hopped abruptly off and headed for the kitchen. The dance was over. I was absolutely going bonkers sitting there pitching a massive tent in my shorts. My mind was racing for a reason to excuse myself to my bedroom and relieve this insane pressure. I thought about just asking for a hand job – I mean, really, what harm is a hand job? She might say yes… Kiki reappeared with a drink, which she handed over to me but said “if you want a blowjob in the alley, you’ll have to get more flexible.” I pathetically replied “I mean, a hand job would do as well…” She gave me a dismissive look as if to say “nice try loser.” Then, thanks I can only imagine, to a benevolent and horny god, the youtube app on my TV did that thing where it autoplays a video similar to the previous. It was another reggaeton hit, which Kiki started instinctively moving to. She looked down at the flag I was still sailing full mast and took pity on me I guess. She picked up right where she left off saying “two for one dances tonight.” I wasted no time getting to the business of letting my hands run all over: grinding her ass into my crotch, reaching up under her bra and pinching her left nipple, and unbuttoning her extremely tight jeans. “That’s more like it..” She said to me. She stood up, bent over and peeled down her jeans. Her light brown ass cheeks were divided by just a pink thong, and they looked so much better up close than they had through the bedroom window. “Fuuuuck me…” I squeaked out and she went back to grinding, now with her ass cheeks jiggling on opposite sides of my cock with only my shorts in the way. I got back to my grabbing, now holding nothing back, escalating as fast as possible as I started to fear the end of the second song. I slipped my right hand down the front of her thong and parted her pussy lips, immediately feeling a heavy coating of super slippery juice that reached to her legs. She looked back at me over her shoulder but I was done timidly asking permission and being teased at every step of this game. I started circling her clit with my two fingers and she moaned heavily, laying her head back onto my chest and shoulder. I wasted no time at this point pulling down my shorts and letting my cock spring free, smacking her ass and my hand as it swung forcefully back up. “We should get a condom…” she tried to say but I lifted her hips up, pulled her panties to the side and impaled her on my entire length with one smooth thrust. Tight and super slick, all at once, I was in heaven. I kept working the clit and started thrusting slowly, picking up my pace, bouncing that beautiful ass on my lap. She was groaning with pleasure, and I kept escalating – I reached up with my left hand and firmly clasped her neck, to which she arched her back and I pounded harder. The pace was getting really heated when she tried to eek out something about birth control, but she couldn’t speak super well while being choked. “CALLATE PUTA ESTUPIDA!!!” I told her forcefully. “You wanted to see what it was like to be treated like a piece of meat, so now I’m fucking you like a whore!! What are you? Fucking tell me what you really are?!?” I could feel her Cumming on my cock at this point as she squeaked out “Fuck, I’m a whore.” With that I couldn’t hold back any more and I came deep inside this fertile bitch, blasting rope after heavy rope. I let up my grip on her neck as I was cumming and she said “ahhhhhh fuuuuck, I can feel your cock pumping me full. You better not get me pregnant you fucking dick…”

We lived together for another few years, never actually “dating” or anything. We hooked up over that period more than a dozen times, but I never got jealous when she brought someone home and strangely, hooking up with her gave me the confidence to get laid more otherwise – and she wasn’t bothered by that at all. Most of our hookups were under the influence of alcohol or drugs, but one time she blew me on a hungover Sunday morning without saying a word. She just opened up my bedroom door, waltzed in, got my cock out, got to work, and then left. I don’t see her too much anymore as we have different social circles. What I learned from her in the end is that sex is fun for both men AND women and people who slut shame ruin it for everyone. Sluts are awesome.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5vmz66/latinas_do_it_best_mfroughtrue