The past few months have felt like a dream. I receive several blowjobs a day and have full access to the glorious feet and ample breasts of Ms Camila Vazquez, my forty-three-year-old Latina housekeeper/sex toy. She has gotten used to her role and we have reached a point where I don't even need to ask for what I want; I just look down and she is already on her knees with my smelly, unwashed 5-inch cock deep in her mouth. She swallows every drop of my cum and even after I have finished, she continues to suck until I tell her to stop. She also knows to put her feet in my face whenever possible so that I can defile them with my tongue in a brutal onslaught of licking, kissing and sucking. All in all, I thought my life had peaked and surely could not get any better than this.
That was until Camila's eighteen-year-old daughter, Rosa, arrived in the U.S. to attend college. Her college was about a 2-hour drive away and I gave Camila every third weekend off to visit her. In truth, although I missed her services on these weekends, it gave me some much needed rest too. As a sixty-five-year-old overweight, out of shape man, the constant blowjobs and foot worshipping sessions were sapping my energy.
I finally met Rosa a couple of months after she arrived in the country when she came to stay with us for a week during her reading period. Camila had done her best to discourage her daughter from visiting thus far but had run out of excuses and as Rosa had a week off classes, it only made sense for her to stay. A few days prior to her visit, as I was laying on my bed with Camila's perfectly shaped red-painted toes in my mouth after she had drained my balls with one of her earth-shattering blowjobs, she expressed her wish to me that she did not want Rosa to discover the full extent of our arrangement.
"Of course, Camila, she won't hear it from me, and we will keep our... activities... behind closed doors," I replied. There was no way I wanted to jeopardise this incredible situation I had found myself in and if that meant keeping my use of Camila's mouth and body a secret, I was all for it.
"Yes, thank you, mister. But, I worry she will suspect if I am sleeping in same room as you. I move into separate room; it is okay?"
I had become accustomed to being woken up by Camila's irresistible lips around my cock and having her beautiful, tanned feet in my face for me to violate with my mouth as and when I pleased, and therefore, was not prepared to give these privileges up.
"I'm sorry Camila but that isn't going to work for me. I've gotten used to having you in my bed so that I can utilise your... services... whenever I feel the urge."
I watched as an adorable, sullen look descended upon her face as she was considering how she would explain to her daughter why, as a housekeeper, she was sleeping in the same room as her employer.
"However," I continued, "I do have an idea for how we can explain this unusual situation to young Rosa." I paused there to take a long whiff off her feet and sighed in pleasure.
"It will be obvious to your daughter that I am not in the best physical condition."
"I do not understand, mister."
"I'm old, I'm fat and I'm unfit. We can tell Rosa that you help me with basic tasks like getting in and out of bed and getting dressed etcetera, hence why you sleep in my room. And we can even move one of the spare single beds into my room so that it doesn't look like we sleep together."
Camila's expression instantly improved, and I was greeted with a lovely, beaming smile as she replied;
"Yes! That can work, mister. Thank you!"
"It's okay, you're welcome, but really I'm just looking after my own interests," I responded as I laughed. "Now that we've got that cleared up, you can get back to your usual duties."
I looked down at my limp, recently sucked, manhood to indicate what I meant.
"Yes, mister," she answered, with an uncharacteristic enthusiasm, as she obediently took me back into her alluring mouth. Since my member was still soft from its recent exertion in her mouth, she began by gently sucking it and then popping my hairy, sweaty balls into her mouth one by one which she knew drove me crazy. As she caressed my scrotum with her tongue, she simultaneously fondled my cock and, with her enchanting feet smothering my face, within a few minutes it had returned to its erect stature. As soon as she placed my member back in her mouth and I felt the velvety wetness of her tongue on my glans, I realised I was approaching orgasm and soon nutted in her mouth. She submissively swallowed and I collapsed back on to my bed with her toes still in my mouth.
Rosa arrived a couple of days later and was even more beautiful than I had expected. She had her mother's luscious, long black hair and fantastic figure, but she was shorter (about 5 foot 4) and her tits and ass were larger and perkier. Her face was strikingly pretty with plump lips and big, dark brown eyes that made me feel like she was searching deep into my soul. She arrived in sneakers, but I informed her that we had a no shoes/socks rule in the house and when she removed these, I was treated to a delicious sight. Her complexion was darker than her mother's (more of a milk chocolate than a caramel) and this made the tan lines on her feet stand out even further. Her toes were perfectly shaped and painted a clean white colour that made it obvious that, similar to her mother, she looked after her feet and went for regular pedicures. Her English was perfect as she had been educated in a private English-speaking high school and her manner was totally different from her mother's. She was very cocky and a lot more direct; and she came across like a girl who understood the effect she had on the opposite gender and used it to her advantage.
The first few days of her visit passed without incident; I largely left the girls to themselves but more than made up for my lack of daytime blowjobs and foot worshipping sessions by utilising my Latina sex toys services even more than usual at night. On the penultimate day of the visit, Camila went to the salon to get her hair and toes done (I insisted on her going weekly) and Rosa used this opportunity to confront me;
"You're a disgusting creep."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I know what you're forcing my mother to do, and you should be ashamed of yourself. How dumb do you think I am? You may be old and in terrible shape, but I know you're not an invalid and don't need my mother to sleep in your room to attend to you. She's a shell of her former self and it's so clear to me now why that is. It's because you're taking advantage of her sexually. What is it? You're blackmailing her that you'll call immigration because of her expired visa?"
