I'm unwinding after a rough Monday at work and decided now would be a good time to tell you perverts about a very special unwinding after work I had once ;) This happened 2 years ago, and through pent-up post-COVID frustration and (technically legal but probably definitely overprescribed) uppers, 2022 was shaping up to be my sluttiest year yet!

The story began on Halloween. I'd worn my slutty costume to work with just enough modifications to not get sent to HR (also my boss at the time wanted to fuck me and later did so he almost certainly wouldn't have complained), but I was partied out from the weekend before (also another fun story for another time) so was just planning to get drunk and watch horror movies. I walked into the liquor store and holy shit, the guy behind the counter was built- even hotter than my boss who I'd been teasing. I was starting to realize that I had a type- he was an olive-skinned, dark-haired muscled hottie just like my dorm neighbor who had begun my corruption into slutdom 4 years earlier, but this was a big, strong grown man (probably in his 30s), not one of the little 18 year old boys of my past. There was no one else in the store, just me and him. I tried to act cool, sauntering through the drink aisles, making sure to frequently bend down in my short little skirt (unfortunately with don't-get-fired stockings underneath) to read drink labels on the bottom shelf. I went up to him to ask a question about one of the drinks, and he looked at me confused. "Sorry, my English no is very good."

Never had I been so turned on (because holy shit his accent) yet disappointed (because flirting was going to be a lot harder without words- although not impossible, as you can probably tell from the length of my stories, I'm a talker- at least when my mouth isn't preoccupied with other things ;)) The neighborhood was heavily Hispanic, so it wasn't exactly uncommon to encounter a language barrier, and through my very rusty Spanish picked up by osmosis I was able to find out he'd recently come over from Ecuador- probably one of those iLLeGaLs that had been bussed into the city, but if I wasn't already anti-border wall I certainly was now. Obviously he was eyeing me up in my slutty little cheerleader outfit, and I thought about pouncing right then and there, but I was at least going to try to pretend I wasn't a complete slut. I bought the drinks, went home, put on a sexy horror flick (well the first half is sexy and no I will not name it to be judged into oblivion) and fingered myself silly to the thought of the hot Latino liquor store guy fucking me in the backroom.

Two weeks later I went into the same liquor store after work and the same guy was there. I was able to figure out what days he worked and would always stop in after a hard shift when I needed a hard shaft alcohol and eye candy. I also found out that the liquor store did deliveries- it was walking distance from my house, but of course I wanted to see whether he'd be the one to show up. But here's the kicker: I was still living with my dad. And my dad worked nights, which conveniently left me with the house to myself, but there was always the chance he'd walk through the door having "forgotten something". And he was going to have an issue with even the secret liquor delivery, never mind the liquor store guy secretly balls deep in his sweet little girl in his house. But then I managed to talk my doctor into giving me more uppers, and with the extra adrenaline in my veins came the death of the last fuck I gave. I was moving out in a month anyway. Now or never.

So one night I waited about 15 minutes after my dad had gone to work, called the liquor store, and ordered 2 bottles of my favorite wine. I couldn't figure out a way to request him specifically (it had taken weeks to even learn his name) without it being weird, so I figured this would take some trial and error, but I'd prepared anyway in case he showed up- my skin was soft and oiled, my legs and pussy smooth, and I was wearing nothing but a blue satin nightgown that could not be trusted to contain my tits (and my big fluffy modesty robe, in case someone I didn't want to seduce showed up).

The doorbell rang, and I (well, my pussy) was tingling with excitement when I saw that it was actually him. Holy shit, was this actually going to work?!

"Oh hey, they sent you!" I said, trying to act like this wasn't the plan, but the confused look he gave me reminded me. Language barrier. Right. I probably should have known I didn't need words- numbers are a universal language, after all, and here the ones that mattered were 38-27-38- but like I said, I'm a talker, especially when nervous. And despite all the previously unbelievable shit I'd done in the past few months, I was nervous.

"Puedes entrar", I managed to say. He looked slightly apprehensive as he crossed the line of the property, but when I discarded my robe and he saw the thin slip barely covering me, he seemed to realize what this was. "Pones en la mesa," I said, trying to still act nonchalant.

"You have... tip?" he asked me. Ironically, most of our "conversations" were us struggling to speak the other's language, but I wondered if he knew the implications in English. Probably.

"I don't have cash on me," I said, "but I have something else." I couldn't tell if his confusion was because he couldn't understand me or didn't get the innuendo. This was harder than I thought it would be. Fuck it, the time for talking was over. Time for body language.

I pulled down the top of my nightgown, letting my big, round, brown tits pop out. His eyes widened in shock and awe. "Te gusto?"

He gave the sexiest lip-biting look I'd ever seen, and said, "Si", before pulling me in to kiss me. It was deep, full of need, and I wondered whether he'd been with a woman since he'd gotten here. He hoisted me up onto the table and kissed his way down my neck, to my exposed tits, sucking, licking, biting. He was groaning words that I mostly didn't understand, but I was able to catch, "Quiero probarte", before he lifted my nightgown and went down on his knees.

There I was, on my own kitchen table, looking at my seventh grade school picture on the fridge as this sexy stranger made a meal of my sweet cunt. I'd heard that Latinos had the best mouth game, and he was proving the rumors right. I had my hand over my own mouth so everyone in our complex wouldn't know what was happening. He was wild with it and started to fuck me with his tongue, making me cum in his mouth.

No sooner did I recover from my irgasmic haze than I was on my knees in front of him, pulling down his pants. The moment I saw the tent in his boxers I knew I was in for it. I'd discovered that most guy's cocks look like them, and this guy was no exception- it was thick and veiny like his biceps. Usually I'd take more time, teasing him before the blowjob, but I was in my reckless era and I took this dick as a challenge. He groaned as I took as much of it into my mouth as I could. I was right there in full view of the door, where my dad had been standing just an hour before, my full lips wrapped around this stranger's cock. He was again moaning words I didn't understand, and somehow that made it so much hotter. He was grabbing my tits as I sucked him and I grabbed them and started giving him a titfuck. He was shaking and I could tell he was close to cumming, when he managed to say, "No. No yet. Want... inside you."

That was exactly what I wanted to, but not here. I'd always wanted to be fucked in my childhood bed, and this was the perfect opportunity. I didn't know the Spanish word for "upstairs", so I just took his hand and led him there. I briefly rummaged through my purse on the nightstand until I found an XL condom (I wasn't on birth control yet and wasn't quite at "unprotected sex with strangers"... maybe the next dosage up). He put it on and thrust into me, and it was nearly painful as I'd never been so full in my life. He kept pushing into me until he was buried to the hilt, then started to quickly pulse in and out while remaining deep inside me the whole time. Somehow, even though we were strangers and could barely understand each other, he knew exactly what I liked to make me cum. The squeaks of the ancient bedframe and groans and curses in two different languages filled the room. I started playing with my clit as he fucked me and it wasn't long before I was coming all over his cock. A few minutes later, his heavy body collapsed on top of mine as I felt him filling the condom, wishing that I could feel his cum inside me instead.

"Es... suficiente?" I gasped.

He gave me a sly smile. "Yo no se.

Oh shit. I managed to convey to him that he did in fact have to leave, not just so he might have plausible deniability to not be fired but so that a grizzled old veteran wouldn't kick down the door and kick his ass. Still, we shared a drink before he left and I knew that this wouldn't be his last special delivery- nor the last of my slutty adventures before moving out!

And yes, my shtick is being a homewrecker but I never knew whether he had a woman or not. One of my friends had mentioned that migrants usually cross the border to work and sent money home to their families, and that's what I've chosen to believe ;)