I was on my way back home from a business trip to Santa Fe, NM when I noticed the check engine light on my dash.
Well, damn, what the hellís wrong?
It was about 9:45 pm on a Saturday and I was on the outskirts of Vaughn, NM. My boyfriend convinced me to stay off the interstate and take the back way home. No construction slowdowns, small one horse towns, no state troopers, less traffic, etc., and sure enough, Vaughn was a one horse town. Fortunately a convenience store was open and I pulled in to see if I could figure what was wrong and/or hopefully get some help. When I stopped I noticed steam seeping out from under the hood. I figured I might as well let it cool down so I went inside to use the bathroom and get something to drink. The trouble with NM is the trouble with the USÖtoo many Mexicans. I just think they are a dirty people and their men make my skin crawl. Iím a Caucasian. 50 yrs old, blue eyed, and blond. At 5í10Ē, Iím taller than some men, especially Mexicans. Iíve been told Iím pretty attractive by all kinds of guys who wanted to get in my pants but at 200lbs I think I carry way too much to turn heads. But being a BBW blond seems to arouse many ethnic groups, regardless. I would say I lean towards being a womenís libber and if women had cocks, I would never need a man. Iíve tried dildos before (not strap ons) but found them just not to be my thing. The real thing is for me. Donít take me wrongÖIím no slut. Actually, my sex life lacks as compared to others. I guess Iím old school. A one guy gal who needs to get to know her male partner first and I enjoy a man who is intellectual. Been married once and had sex with less than a half dozen men since. Iím not a novice, however, and have given blow jobs, hand jobs, been ass fucked, as well as pussy fucked in different positions.
When I got inside, there was a small, fat, balding (comb over) Mexican behind the counter.
Where are your restrooms?
The womenís no work but you can use the menís.
Thank you. Great, I thought.
When I closed the door, I almost passed out from the smell. The toilet was not flushed and there was used TP all over the floor. I flushed the toilet, wiped off the seat, and had to take off my sweatpants and thong so they would not get wet because of the wet floor. Luckily there was a hook on the back of the door to hang them. I had to pee squatting so I would not touch the seat and wipe myself standing up. I walked over to the door, got dressed, and went out. Dirty fucking Mexicans. Just like I thought.
I got something to drink, paid for it and told him the bathroom was filthy.
He looked at me, smiled and said, So?
I just shook my head and went out to the car.
I opened the hood and saw the problem. My radiator hose was cracked. Now what was I going to do? Stuck in a one horse town and the only thing open was the convenience store. Just then the outside store lights went off. I hurried back inside.
Are you closing?
Can you help me? My car has a cracked radiator hose. Is there anyplace I can get it replaced?
Maybe Santa Fe.
Santa Fe. I just came from there. Itís over an hour away. Anyplace closer?
OK. Is there a motel nearby?
No motel here but some on the interstate.
Could you take me to a motel? Iíll pay you.
I thought if I got to a motel I would call my boyfriend and he could bring a hose tomorrow. I was about 3 hrs from home.
No, sorry. My brother, he come back tomorrow and fix my car. It not working, too.
Oh great, what am I supposed to do. Canít drive my car and no place to stay.
Maybe you can stay with me, tonight, and my brother, he can fix your car, too.
Stay with you? Where?
I live behind the store.
Behind the store?
Yes, I have a trailer house.
Oh great, I thought. Stay with a dirty, old fat Mexican for a night in a trailer! Well, he didnít have to offer, I thought.
On one condition. I want to pay you for the trouble Iím causing.
I sized him up better during the conversation. He came up to the bottom of my titties, had small pudgy hands, small fat feet, a gut that hid his belt buckle, and stained teeth. Figured him to be in his 60ís easy.
Please, I would feel better if I paid you. I would pay at a motel.
No, no. No pay money. You just be nice to Juan, OK?
Nice? What do you mean?
He walked around the counter and put his hands on my tits. I jumped back.
What are you doing? You want me to have sex with you? No way.
Fine. You get out of my store and fix car yourself and sleep in car. He turned off the inside lights and walked to the front door holding it open.
Get out! Iím closing up.
Damn, I was fucked if I didnít have his help or probably would probably get fucked if I accepted it.
I said get out!
I could see he was pissed.
Please, Iím not that type of woman. Please donít make me do this.
Get out before I call sheriff!
Sheriff? Is there a sheriff here?
Yes, my cousin. You no leave now I call him and tell him you shop lift.
Shop lift? What do you mean?
You stupid white woman. Who you think he believe. You? Not hardly. Then you have a place to stay tonight. Jail! Now get out!
Damn, jail? I had to have his help. My skin crawled just thinking about it.
Iíll be nice to you.
You apologize to Juan.
Fucking bastard, I thought.
OK, I apologize.
He looked at me long, smiled, and locked the front door. He turned smiling and came up to me and grabbed my titties again. Squeezing them he reached under my tee shirt and pushed my bra up. He squeezed them hard and pinched and twisted my nipples. It brought tears to my eyes.
You have big tits. I like big tits.
He was breathing hard.
Yeah, you like that? You like Juan feeling your big white tits, huh?
Yes, only not so hard.
He twisted my nipples harder.
You not tell Juan what to do! I do what I want! You want to leave now, huh?
No, donít make me leave. Please. You do what you want.
Now see, thatís better. Strip naked!
What? Now? Here?
Yes, now, here, stupid!
I cringed at the thought of being naked in front of this dirty, old Mexican but had no choice.
I took off all my clothes and stood there completely naked in front of him. Because the lights were out he could not see me blushing. I was so humiliated.
He felt my tits some more and then made me spread my legs and played with my pussy and ass.
Ah, I like big ass white women with big pussies.
To the filthy bathroom.
So you can clean it up.
What? Why should I clean it up?
Because Juan says so. You know, white people have Mexican women for their maids. How you like being a maid for a Mexican, huh? He laughed. Now maybe you no act so high and mighty. No think you are better than Juan, huh? Hey, you look at me when I talk to you! I think maybe I need to teach you some manners.
He then smacked me hard on my behind.
I jumped and started rubbing my stinging ass.
Please, Juan. Donít hit me. I Ďll clean your bathroom. Please, please donít hit me.
I looked at his fat, double chinned, smug looking face. The bastard. He was enjoying humiliating me.
He got me a mop, bucket, sponge, brush, and cleaner and for the next ½ hour I cleaned the smelly, filthy bathroom. He made me scrub the floor on my hands and knees giving him great views of my big fat naked ass and my big tits swaying back and forth. My knees were red and sore from being on the hard floor. He sat in a chair rubbing his crotch and commenting on my naked body all the time I was cleaning.
Hey, if you every need a job you let Juan know. I have friends who would like to have their bathrooms cleaned by a naked white woman. The dirty old pervert got a big laugh from that.