She is a Black woman who resembles the American porn model Ivy Bleau (look her up online and on Twitter under that name), meaning she's a full-on Afro-descendant with big tits, an afro, long legs, and a huge ass (which is normal for most Black women; the hard part is finding curvy Black women with big tits). She's one of the many migrants displaced from her home country due to all the problems there. She was living in a temporary shelter in Tuxtla Gutiérrez, Chiapas, with her family, which included two beautiful little girls and her sister. I found her months ago begging at traffic lights, looking pitiful, scraping together money however she could (of course, she wasn't yet making use of her great assets).
It was one of those days when I left work early at 1 p.m. and ran into her at a traffic light washing windshields, wearing a low-cut top and denim shorts (in Tuxtla, many women dress like that because of the heat; I wasn't used to it, coming from a town near Toluca, State of Mexico, where the high-altitude cold makes it rare to see women so exposed, except in spring or summer). I'd already had my eye on her curves days before I decided to talk to her. I don't think I was the only one who wanted to take advantage of her beautiful, thick body. That day, when she was wearing that outfit, I dared to speak to her.
I'm just another fuckboy, always looking for any chance to sink my average 15 cm cock, an inch thick, into a vagina. I'm a medium-height, dark-skinned guy, thin but neglected, just another office worker who doesn't have much time or money to waste in life. I work for the government, handling paperwork for an ungrateful boss like most of them. My salary covers some extra expenses, my rent, and a weekly trip home, though sometimes, because of my escapades, I go home every two weeks. This woman has made that necessary. My name is Kevin, yeah, Kevin, I don't have my Kimberly yet but I'll get her (Mexican joke).
K: Hey friend, what's your name?
Her: Rosa.
K: Just like that? Rosa?
R: Rosaline.
K: Oh, what a pretty name.
R: Do you want me to wash your windshield? (with a Haitian accent similar to French).
K: I've got a better offer for you, fuck you 100 pesos if you wash it completely at my place.
R: I only work here.
K: Come on, it's worth it for you, and I'll also treat you to some food I've got here.
R: I don't know you, I'm not from around here.
K: Ok ok, I know you're not from here, it shows, look, so you can trust me, follow me on foot, over there where you see the black gate, that's where I live, I'll leave the gate open, if you want, let's go, you'll earn 100 pesos in less than half an hour and I'll also feed you, I know you must be hungry.
R: I'll follow you.
K: Very well Rosita, follow me.
I drove my car to the house I rent and checked in the mirrors that she was hurrying to gather her things and then follow me. I finished parking and she didn't take long to arrive with her stuff while I took out the things for her to do a deep cleaning. So my readers know, at least in Tuxtla, car washes usually charge an average of 50 pesos, so I was offering her triple that, since a meal, no matter how cheap, you won't find a full one for less than 50 Mexican pesos.
R: Is this your house?
K: That's right, rented, but I live here.
R: You're not from here?
K: No Rosita, I'm from another state.
R: Yeah, you don't sound like the people from here.
K: You noticed?
R: Yes sir.
K: What's with the "sir"? Where do you see a ring? Or kids?
R: Sorry, young man.
K: Just use "you" with me, don't you mind if I use "you" with you?
R: Call me whatever you want, sir, sorry, young man, uh, what's your name?
K: Kevin, my lady.
R: Wi, young Kevin.
K: And are you a lady? Do you have kids?
R: Yes, I was a lady, my husband passed away months ago and left me with 2 kids.
K: Oh no. Damn, Rosita, sorry for asking, my condolences.
R: It's okay, honestly, he had it coming.
Even with hunger and all, we were chatting.
K: How about, so we can keep talking, we eat first and then start cleaning (and my car really needed a clean after two weeks).
R: As you... as you say, Kevin.
K: Let me grab some chairs so we can eat.
R: Yes, thanks.
I went to get some chairs for us to sit on and put the food on top.
K: Well, Rosita, do you like the food here in Mexico now?
R: Yes, but it's really spicy sometimes.
K: Don't worry, with this food you can add salsa if you want, and if not, then don't.
R: That's better, jo... Kevin.
We ate and chatted, she was super hungry and thirsty, I should mention she ate more than half the food. She sat her plump and tempting ass on the chair, bent over for the food showing her voluminous breasts hanging from gravity, it was impossible to hide those big tits.
K: So how did you become a widow, Rosita?
R: The maras killed my husband when we were entering this country (the maras or mareros are an international gang of criminals that plague Central America, some cities in Mexico, and many cities in the United States; they are especially sadistic with their enemies and with migrants crossing all these countries, since most are colluded with different governments to make the journey harder for everyone who emigrates illegally).
K: Sons of bitches, but why do you say he had it coming?
R: They had already told him not to even look at them, but he ignored them. He was a very stubborn and violent man, and he was also a thug back in my country. The tattoos he had didn't help.
K: I guess that was also one of the reasons they bothered him.
R: Yeah, especially him, they came about five times, until the fifth time when they threw things at us and hurt my youngest daughter.
K: Fucking scumbags, and that's probably when you He put it down.
R: Yeah, right after they hurt her, I turned to look at them angrily and they went away, he confronted them, turned to look at them and then looked at us and said, run! and don't stop running! In the distance we saw him facing one who swung a machete at him, which he dodged, and he took the machete away, took that one down, took another down, and from the train we saw them surrounding him, we couldn't see if they killed him or not, but most likely yes, because we haven't seen him since and we have no way to contact him.
K: Damn, well, my condolences Rosi, you must miss him a lot, right?
R: Honestly, only my daughters miss him, but they're little, they'll forget.
K: And you? Don't you miss him?
R: Honestly no, he gave us a bad life, he was a thug who stole, did drugs, drank, we moved from house to house, because he never wanted to work for little money, in Haiti most people take justice into their own hands, and we had to flee because it wasn't just the police after him anymore.
K: Oh I see, and I guess, just like you said he was stubborn and violent, did he hit you all?
R: Not the girls so much, when I defended them he took it out on me, there wasn't a week he didn't hit me.
K: Well, he wasn't a good man.
R: No, but I don't hold a grudge, everything happens for a reason, and if he had to die to protect us and so that we could have a better life, that's why I forgive him for everything he did to us.
K: Yeah, that's a heroic act, dying for your loved ones.
R: Yeah, plus my daughters are growing up and they shouldn't have to see the things he did to me in front of them.
K: Besides hitting you?
R: Yeah.
K: Oh I see.
K: Well yeah, and how old are they?
R: Two and four years old.
K: Ah well yeah, they're very little, fortunately, like you said, they'll forget him and especially how he was with them, because even though they're little, those bad memories stick.
R: Yeah.
She had a nice voice, very soft.
K: Are you Have they told you that you have a pretty voice?
R: Yeah, my husband Antoine used to tell me, but with dirty talk, and a lot of people have told me, here too, you're like the fifth person here who says it (even though I speak Spanish okay, I did stumble over some words).
K: Hehe, well yeah, your voice does sound ladylike.
R: Merci!
K: You're welcome, I'm just being honest.
R: I'm done, are these the things to wash? (She points to the utensils).
K: Yes, my lady, go ahead if you like, because I figure it must be getting late for you.
R: Yeah.
K: And if you have little daughters, who do you leave them with?
R: With my sister, she came with us, she lived with us and we didn't have anything or anyone back there anymore.
K: Ah okay, I guess you're staying at a shelter.
R: Yeah (as we keep talking, she turns her back to start working, a huge ass, which from the front looked unreal, like it was surgically enhanced, but no, it was a meaty black ass like some they hire for porn).
K: Rosita.
R: Yeah?
K: But even though he gave you a hard life, you never went hungry, you look very healthy.
R: Hehehe, merci.
K: For what?
R: Others say different things about how I look, you're very polite.
K: Well yeah Rosita, I'm not like others, I like to compliment women without making them feel offended.
R: Merci!
K: And besides, I could take my car somewhere they charge me less, but I prefer to help a beautiful lady who needs all the help she can get.
R: You're very kind, most people take advantage of us, that's why in a week we're leaving for Améyummy.
K: We're in Améyummy, Rosi.
R: Well, to the USA.
K: In a week, huh.
R: Yeah. Antoine paid for everyone's passage before he died.
K: Oh I see, I guess you're just waiting for someone to take you now.
R: Yeah, we're saving up money to travel to Laredo, some cousins who already crossed are there (she moved her huge ass up and down with each movement she made, her Her breasts would swing every time she bent over, forcing her to adjust her blouse with every movement. My cock was about to burst; I adjusted the erection that was already visible through my clothes when she wasn't looking, and at times, there I was, stroking it over my pants and licking my lips at how tempting she was so close to me.
K: Oh, very well, well, I hope everything goes well.
R: Merci! Kevin.
K: You're welcome.
R: And you, it looks like you're doing well—this is an expensive house to rent, and this car too.
K: Well, I'll tell you, they don't charge me much; it's more because I take care of things for them than paying for this house, and the car, well, they provide it for me at work—it's a loaner (with all that movement, her vaginal lips were already visible from the front and back, the shorts almost turned into one of those full panties that the most modest women wear).
R: You're lucky then.
K: Yeah, but I also put in the effort, that's why I'm where I am.
R: It's good that you're doing well, young man.
K: How old are you, Rosita?
R: 35.
K: Really? You look 28.
R: Merci, Kevin! You're very kind.
K: Not kind, it's true—I wouldn't have guessed you were that old, especially with such young kids.
R: Well, it's not my first marriage; I had another husband and another son. They died in an earthquake five years ago.
K: Oh, damn, well, friend, it seems like one misfortune after another.
R: Yes, only my little sister and I are left; my mom also died, our houses were destroyed, my brother went to the Dominican Republic and we lost track of him—he forgot about us too. We looked for him, but we never found him.
K: Well, even though everything that's happened to you hurts, you've been a very strong woman who's managed to move forward, and despite everything, you look beautiful and radiant, my friend, truly.
R: Merci, friend! Thank you for feeding me and for what you're going to pay me. I've taken a liking to you, and this week is going to be tough—I don't know how I'll manage. I can only work at whatever's available. You need another wash. You can find me at the shelter near the south terminal.
K: Sure, my friend. Are you up for cleaning this house? Yeah, I could use the help. Do you know how to cook? Honestly, I'm tired of buying food, and I rarely get to make anything myself. Today I got lucky because they gave us a half day, but that hardly ever happens. So if you want, you can help me out more, and I'll try to help you however I can, beautiful (finished washing the car).
R: Merci! I'll think about it. I have to go—it's getting late, and I need to see my girls. They must be hungry by now.
K: I'll pay you then, but think about it, okay? I'll come looking for you soon.
R: Thank you so much. You seem like a good, polite man. Thank you very much. May God repay you.
K: You're welcome. It was a pleasure helping you, gorgeous.
R: See you later, Jo... Kevin.
K: Take care, darling.
She gave me a smile and turned around, walking away, swaying those big ass cheeks. That enormous black ass was going to be mine. It was one of my fantasies, and I was determined to make it happen, no matter the cost.
To be continued...
It was one of those days when I left work early at 1 p.m. and ran into her at a traffic light washing windshields, wearing a low-cut top and denim shorts (in Tuxtla, many women dress like that because of the heat; I wasn't used to it, coming from a town near Toluca, State of Mexico, where the high-altitude cold makes it rare to see women so exposed, except in spring or summer). I'd already had my eye on her curves days before I decided to talk to her. I don't think I was the only one who wanted to take advantage of her beautiful, thick body. That day, when she was wearing that outfit, I dared to speak to her.
I'm just another fuckboy, always looking for any chance to sink my average 15 cm cock, an inch thick, into a vagina. I'm a medium-height, dark-skinned guy, thin but neglected, just another office worker who doesn't have much time or money to waste in life. I work for the government, handling paperwork for an ungrateful boss like most of them. My salary covers some extra expenses, my rent, and a weekly trip home, though sometimes, because of my escapades, I go home every two weeks. This woman has made that necessary. My name is Kevin, yeah, Kevin, I don't have my Kimberly yet but I'll get her (Mexican joke).
K: Hey friend, what's your name?
Her: Rosa.
K: Just like that? Rosa?
R: Rosaline.
K: Oh, what a pretty name.
R: Do you want me to wash your windshield? (with a Haitian accent similar to French).
K: I've got a better offer for you, fuck you 100 pesos if you wash it completely at my place.
R: I only work here.
K: Come on, it's worth it for you, and I'll also treat you to some food I've got here.
R: I don't know you, I'm not from around here.
K: Ok ok, I know you're not from here, it shows, look, so you can trust me, follow me on foot, over there where you see the black gate, that's where I live, I'll leave the gate open, if you want, let's go, you'll earn 100 pesos in less than half an hour and I'll also feed you, I know you must be hungry.
R: I'll follow you.
K: Very well Rosita, follow me.
I drove my car to the house I rent and checked in the mirrors that she was hurrying to gather her things and then follow me. I finished parking and she didn't take long to arrive with her stuff while I took out the things for her to do a deep cleaning. So my readers know, at least in Tuxtla, car washes usually charge an average of 50 pesos, so I was offering her triple that, since a meal, no matter how cheap, you won't find a full one for less than 50 Mexican pesos.
R: Is this your house?
K: That's right, rented, but I live here.
R: You're not from here?
K: No Rosita, I'm from another state.
R: Yeah, you don't sound like the people from here.
K: You noticed?
R: Yes sir.
K: What's with the "sir"? Where do you see a ring? Or kids?
R: Sorry, young man.
K: Just use "you" with me, don't you mind if I use "you" with you?
R: Call me whatever you want, sir, sorry, young man, uh, what's your name?
K: Kevin, my lady.
R: Wi, young Kevin.
K: And are you a lady? Do you have kids?
R: Yes, I was a lady, my husband passed away months ago and left me with 2 kids.
K: Oh no. Damn, Rosita, sorry for asking, my condolences.
R: It's okay, honestly, he had it coming.
Even with hunger and all, we were chatting.
K: How about, so we can keep talking, we eat first and then start cleaning (and my car really needed a clean after two weeks).
R: As you... as you say, Kevin.
K: Let me grab some chairs so we can eat.
R: Yes, thanks.
I went to get some chairs for us to sit on and put the food on top.
K: Well, Rosita, do you like the food here in Mexico now?
R: Yes, but it's really spicy sometimes.
K: Don't worry, with this food you can add salsa if you want, and if not, then don't.
R: That's better, jo... Kevin.
We ate and chatted, she was super hungry and thirsty, I should mention she ate more than half the food. She sat her plump and tempting ass on the chair, bent over for the food showing her voluminous breasts hanging from gravity, it was impossible to hide those big tits.
K: So how did you become a widow, Rosita?
R: The maras killed my husband when we were entering this country (the maras or mareros are an international gang of criminals that plague Central America, some cities in Mexico, and many cities in the United States; they are especially sadistic with their enemies and with migrants crossing all these countries, since most are colluded with different governments to make the journey harder for everyone who emigrates illegally).
K: Sons of bitches, but why do you say he had it coming?
R: They had already told him not to even look at them, but he ignored them. He was a very stubborn and violent man, and he was also a thug back in my country. The tattoos he had didn't help.
K: I guess that was also one of the reasons they bothered him.
R: Yeah, especially him, they came about five times, until the fifth time when they threw things at us and hurt my youngest daughter.
K: Fucking scumbags, and that's probably when you He put it down.
R: Yeah, right after they hurt her, I turned to look at them angrily and they went away, he confronted them, turned to look at them and then looked at us and said, run! and don't stop running! In the distance we saw him facing one who swung a machete at him, which he dodged, and he took the machete away, took that one down, took another down, and from the train we saw them surrounding him, we couldn't see if they killed him or not, but most likely yes, because we haven't seen him since and we have no way to contact him.
K: Damn, well, my condolences Rosi, you must miss him a lot, right?
R: Honestly, only my daughters miss him, but they're little, they'll forget.
K: And you? Don't you miss him?
R: Honestly no, he gave us a bad life, he was a thug who stole, did drugs, drank, we moved from house to house, because he never wanted to work for little money, in Haiti most people take justice into their own hands, and we had to flee because it wasn't just the police after him anymore.
K: Oh I see, and I guess, just like you said he was stubborn and violent, did he hit you all?
R: Not the girls so much, when I defended them he took it out on me, there wasn't a week he didn't hit me.
K: Well, he wasn't a good man.
R: No, but I don't hold a grudge, everything happens for a reason, and if he had to die to protect us and so that we could have a better life, that's why I forgive him for everything he did to us.
K: Yeah, that's a heroic act, dying for your loved ones.
R: Yeah, plus my daughters are growing up and they shouldn't have to see the things he did to me in front of them.
K: Besides hitting you?
R: Yeah.
K: Oh I see.
K: Well yeah, and how old are they?
R: Two and four years old.
K: Ah well yeah, they're very little, fortunately, like you said, they'll forget him and especially how he was with them, because even though they're little, those bad memories stick.
R: Yeah.
She had a nice voice, very soft.
K: Are you Have they told you that you have a pretty voice?
R: Yeah, my husband Antoine used to tell me, but with dirty talk, and a lot of people have told me, here too, you're like the fifth person here who says it (even though I speak Spanish okay, I did stumble over some words).
K: Hehe, well yeah, your voice does sound ladylike.
R: Merci!
K: You're welcome, I'm just being honest.
R: I'm done, are these the things to wash? (She points to the utensils).
K: Yes, my lady, go ahead if you like, because I figure it must be getting late for you.
R: Yeah.
K: And if you have little daughters, who do you leave them with?
R: With my sister, she came with us, she lived with us and we didn't have anything or anyone back there anymore.
K: Ah okay, I guess you're staying at a shelter.
R: Yeah (as we keep talking, she turns her back to start working, a huge ass, which from the front looked unreal, like it was surgically enhanced, but no, it was a meaty black ass like some they hire for porn).
K: Rosita.
R: Yeah?
K: But even though he gave you a hard life, you never went hungry, you look very healthy.
R: Hehehe, merci.
K: For what?
R: Others say different things about how I look, you're very polite.
K: Well yeah Rosita, I'm not like others, I like to compliment women without making them feel offended.
R: Merci!
K: And besides, I could take my car somewhere they charge me less, but I prefer to help a beautiful lady who needs all the help she can get.
R: You're very kind, most people take advantage of us, that's why in a week we're leaving for Améyummy.
K: We're in Améyummy, Rosi.
R: Well, to the USA.
K: In a week, huh.
R: Yeah. Antoine paid for everyone's passage before he died.
K: Oh I see, I guess you're just waiting for someone to take you now.
R: Yeah, we're saving up money to travel to Laredo, some cousins who already crossed are there (she moved her huge ass up and down with each movement she made, her Her breasts would swing every time she bent over, forcing her to adjust her blouse with every movement. My cock was about to burst; I adjusted the erection that was already visible through my clothes when she wasn't looking, and at times, there I was, stroking it over my pants and licking my lips at how tempting she was so close to me.
K: Oh, very well, well, I hope everything goes well.
R: Merci! Kevin.
K: You're welcome.
R: And you, it looks like you're doing well—this is an expensive house to rent, and this car too.
K: Well, I'll tell you, they don't charge me much; it's more because I take care of things for them than paying for this house, and the car, well, they provide it for me at work—it's a loaner (with all that movement, her vaginal lips were already visible from the front and back, the shorts almost turned into one of those full panties that the most modest women wear).
R: You're lucky then.
K: Yeah, but I also put in the effort, that's why I'm where I am.
R: It's good that you're doing well, young man.
K: How old are you, Rosita?
R: 35.
K: Really? You look 28.
R: Merci, Kevin! You're very kind.
K: Not kind, it's true—I wouldn't have guessed you were that old, especially with such young kids.
R: Well, it's not my first marriage; I had another husband and another son. They died in an earthquake five years ago.
K: Oh, damn, well, friend, it seems like one misfortune after another.
R: Yes, only my little sister and I are left; my mom also died, our houses were destroyed, my brother went to the Dominican Republic and we lost track of him—he forgot about us too. We looked for him, but we never found him.
K: Well, even though everything that's happened to you hurts, you've been a very strong woman who's managed to move forward, and despite everything, you look beautiful and radiant, my friend, truly.
R: Merci, friend! Thank you for feeding me and for what you're going to pay me. I've taken a liking to you, and this week is going to be tough—I don't know how I'll manage. I can only work at whatever's available. You need another wash. You can find me at the shelter near the south terminal.
K: Sure, my friend. Are you up for cleaning this house? Yeah, I could use the help. Do you know how to cook? Honestly, I'm tired of buying food, and I rarely get to make anything myself. Today I got lucky because they gave us a half day, but that hardly ever happens. So if you want, you can help me out more, and I'll try to help you however I can, beautiful (finished washing the car).
R: Merci! I'll think about it. I have to go—it's getting late, and I need to see my girls. They must be hungry by now.
K: I'll pay you then, but think about it, okay? I'll come looking for you soon.
R: Thank you so much. You seem like a good, polite man. Thank you very much. May God repay you.
K: You're welcome. It was a pleasure helping you, gorgeous.
R: See you later, Jo... Kevin.
K: Take care, darling.
She gave me a smile and turned around, walking away, swaying those big ass cheeks. That enormous black ass was going to be mine. It was one of my fantasies, and I was determined to make it happen, no matter the cost.
To be continued...
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