The young Latina quaked in fear as she felt the large cock head press against her clenched asshole. Soon her worst fear was confirmed as the man pushed his helmet past her resisting knot, and she heard him groan in pleasure as her efforts to tighten her anal canal and keep him out only brought him more pleasure as her guts tightened around his invading cock.
"Yeah, that's it senorita, fight it." Todd chuckled, shoving more of his ample shaft further up her ass. "Oh yeah..." He moaned in ecstasy as he forced his way into her bowels, taking his time.
The young brown woman trembled against the corporate suite desk, her legs splayed and the polished wood cold against her belly. Her attacker shifted one of his large hands from squeezing her waist, and looped her long glossy black hair around his forearm, pulling her head upright as he pushed downward with his other hand, holding her bent over the CEO's desk.
She groaned and pleaded with him, "You're too big, por favor, not in mi culo," she desperately panted, feeling him fill her up more. Todd just laughed at her and kept sawing his cock back and forth, working it deeper with each forward stroke until he finally had his meaty rod completely sheathed, his balls slapping against her thighs as he quickened his pace, sensing her acquiescence now that he had completed his conquest of her. He had begun two hours earlier, catching her by surprise and forcing her to her knees. First her mouth and then her tender slit had taken his large hard cock.
Luisa had started working for the janitorial service that cleaned his offices two weeks ago, and the executive had noticed her immediately as she finished emptying the trash one early morning. The company was based on the west coast, in Los Angeles, and he had come in early for a conference call with a New York based client three hours ahead of the west coast clocks.
Luisa was decades younger than the other maids, barely into her twenties, with a slim waist, gently flaring hips and a full round ass. Her breasts were small, but clearly natural, with nipples that tented her shirt, defying the efforts of her thin bra to conceal them beneath the company uniform of tan slacks and a black polo shirt. She was a tiny woman with dusky skin, barely a hundred pounds and just over five feet tall, her long black hair tied into a single thick braid that swung down the middle of her back as she moved around the room making certain all her chores were completed as she left for the day. Her dark complexion showed off her Indian ancestry, as did her wide cheekbones and slightly slanted eyes. Her lips were full though and her pert nose hinted at the mixture of European and perhaps even African heritage mixed in with indigenous background.
He'd merely grunted hello that day, preoccupied by the bad news he had to break to the NY based client, but he had noticed how full her ass was as she walked away, and how slender her waist was above. Her hair shone under the ceiling lights, a rich glossy black any woman would envy and every man would dream of pulling as he stuffed his cock into her doubtless tight pussy.
On subsequent early mornings he'd gradually taken more notice of her, admiring how the thin cotton shirt clung to her breasts, outlining their upwelling curves. She bent over in front of him one day, picking up a scrap of something on the floor, her legs straight, stretching her work slacks tightly over the large globes of her full buttocks, and he noticed the gap between her thighs. He'd always preferred girls whose slim thighs didn't hide their pussies, especially bent over from behind. He'd felt his cock twitch then, and start to lengthen, pushing his own dress pants out. She caught his glance as she straightened back up and her eyes widened for a second as she looked back up at him, perhaps noticing how his expanding cock was tenting his slacks. She left quickly then, nodding to him as she dragged her vacuum cleaner out into the hallway, quietly shutting his office door.
He hadn't given her any further thought that day, but found himself thinking of her as he lay in bed that night, stroking his cock. He was recently divorced and a bit bitter about it. The thought of taking the slim Mexican cleaning girl, of pushing her to her knees and choking her with his large cock, of shoving his rod up her snatch, and fucking her big ass, something his ex-wife had always denied him, made his cock pulse and he soon shot his load, dreaming of the little Latina maid.
It was several days later he first began to plan how to achieve this perverted desire, and at first it was no more than a masturbatory fantasy, but gradually he realised he could make his dream real. He spoke fluent Spanish, having been posted in Mexico City years before at an earlier job, and Luisa had mentioned having to finish paying off her coyote to another cleaning woman in the hallways, assuming the tall gringo would not understand.
He did though. He knew she was referring to the gangs that smuggled undocumented immigrants into California, and found them work at restaurants, janitorial services, and other menial jobs where their lack of papers would not be questioned. Learning she was in debt and unable to go to the police without fear of being deported tipped his fantasies into a plan he could use to ensure his next orgasms would not be from jerking off. He waited a few days, letting his desire and cum build up, and learned the cleaning crew arrived at three in the morning and on some days only two women were assigned to his office. It was a simple matter to slip the other woman, a dour matron of formidable years, a hundred dollars to call in sick at the last minute, leaving Luisa alone in the building.
Todd arrived shortly after Luisa had gotten to the office. She was on her knees scrubbing a stain from the carpet when he strode in and, without speaking, grabbed her from behind, closing his hands around her breasts, fondling her soft flesh, and pinching her nipples erect. She'd screamed and protested, but there was no one to hear, and his command to shut up stopped her protests, although she whimpered in fear as he continued to massage her breasts, and then slide a hand between her legs, cupping her mound.
He turned her around to face him and sternly told her he knew she was illegal, that she had no choice but to do as he told and that he would pay her afterwards so she would be free of her remaining obligations to her smugglers.
"I'm no puta," Luisa spat back, "I'm an honest woman."
