Nobody pays attention to their surroundings anymore. Everyone is always on their smart phone either talking or listening to music, but they all seem to have ear-buds in all the time and can't hear a damned thing. You see them walking in the road, oblivious to traffic and anything else going on around them. I've come close to hitting someone with my car more than once because of this. So I guess it was no surprise that while on vacation in Tucson last month, I happened to be in the shower when the cleaning service knocked on the door. I hollered that I was indeed in the shower, but much to my chagrin, a few moments later, I heard the door open anyway.
I knew full well who it was, too; an extremely pregnant Latina with a name tag that read "Rosalita" who when I asked where the ice machine was earlier in the day, nodded and smiled before replying, "Si!" She obviously didn't speak English, and being so close to the border and being knocked up, was very likely an illegal border crosser trying to drop an anchor baby here in the States. She had been listening to headphones when I saw her, with loud accordion music blaring so loud that I could hear it from several feet away. Chances were, she was still wearing them, and didn't hear my muffled reply from inside the bathroom.
I decided to have some fun with her, so I turned off the shower and quickly dried off while I figured she was getting her cleaning supplies, and ran my fingers through my hair to put it in place before the lack of humidity dried it all mussed up. I heard more muffled mariachi music approaching, so I knew she was headed my way. Without putting the towel around my waist, I stepped out of the bathroom and directly in front of her.
It was indeed, Rosalita, and she gasped loudly, putting her hand in front of her mouth as she stared in surprise at my unclothed body. It was only then, that I could see just how pregnant she actually was. She had to be at least eight months, but carrying twins or triplets on top of it! Her shirt wouldn't button over her stomach properly, so she had left the bottom buttons unfastened, and her huge belly stuck out like a giant cold capsule. As I stared at her enormous pregnant belly intently, my penis began to stiffen very quickly. I have always had the hots for knocked-up Nellies; they just turn me on for some reason, and I can't help but stare. In this case, however, her belly was so huge that I couldn't look away even if I wanted to.
Rosalita's gaze quickly drifted down to my raging hard-on, and her nostrils flared a bit. Apparently, she liked what she was seeing as well. I made no effort to cover myself, and I decided right there and then, that I wanted to fuck her. I have always fantasized about fucking a pregnant chick, especially one with twins or triplets inside. If she was an Illegal, I had her in a pretty good spot to make that fantasy a reality. As if sensing my intentions, Rosalita suddenly bolted for the door.
"Alto!" I hissed authoritatively. "Policia!"
She stopped dead in her tracks, and I walked past her and shut the door, my huge hard-on bobbing up and down as I walked.
"Habla ingles?" I inquired, knowing full well she did not.
She shook her head.
"No Senor." she replied.
"Estas aqui ilegalmente?"
She shook her head again, but this time I knew she was lying.
"El permiso de residencia!" I demanded.
My Spanish isn't so hot, but she knew damned well what I was asking of her, and she was beginning to panic. Her gaze darted toward the door, and I shook my head.
"Don't do it!" I said sternly.
While she didn't understand what I was saying to her, the tone of my voice was obvious. She looked at me fearfully, as I picked my jeans up from the bed and pulled my wallet out. I'm part of the Constabulary in a New England state, and I showed her my badge and ID.
"You ARE here illegally!" I said to her. "Aren't you?"
Rosalita nodded. She understood enough of what I was saying, to get the gist of what I was saying to her, and realize what was going on.
"Si." she admitted. "Please Senor, no send home!"
I had her exactly where I wanted her, and she had something that I wanted very badly as well. I knew she would be more than willing to make a deal with me, as long as I promised not to turn her in. I decided to make it as plain and simple as I could. I picked my phone up and pulled up one of those free online translators. It wouldn't be fluent, but it would get my point across.
"Me gustan las mujeres embarazadas." I read aloud, as I took my erect cock in my hand and began tugging on it as I stared at her gigantic stomach.
Supposedly, this meant "I like pregnant women." Whatever I said, it was close enough, because she nodded in understanding. I typed another phrase in awkwardly with my left hand, as she watched me masturbating in front of her.
"No te entregare si tienes sexo conmigo."
According to the translation, I informed her that I would not turn her in if she had sex with me. It was apparently correct, or at least close enough for her to understand, because she suddenly dropped her gaze from my jerking hand.
"Si?" I inquired, as I continued tugging on my stiff penis.
After several seconds, she slowly nodded her head.
"Si." she agreed.
"Bueno!" I responded. "Quitate la ropa."
She swallowed hard at my instruction to remove her clothes and paused for a moment, as though still debating whether or not this was merely a suggestion or an ultimatum.
"Quitate la ropa, Rosalita!" I demanded again. "Take off all of your fucking clothes! Strip, you fucking whore! Tira, puta de mierda!"
Rosalita jumped at the tone of my voice and the order to take her clothes off, and she immediately obliged. She began unbuttoning her top, until it fell open around her humongous belly, exposing it in all of its pregnant glory. I pointed to my chest, indicating for her to take her bra off as well. She fumbled with it for a few seconds, before it finally loosened and fell off, revealing an enormous set of engorged tits with large, dark areolas, and stiff, rubbery nipples.
"Holy fucking shit!" I murmured, as my cock began twitching with each painful pulse. "Keep going!"
