Fucked By Mexican Customs

by TheMoose63

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, Lesbian, Heterosexual, .

Desc: Sex Story: Joan is 6 months pregnant and left alone in Mexico to smuggle cocaine back to her husband in San Diego. She is caught by Mexican DEA agents and what transpires next is a sexual fantasy of the greatest magnitude.



Joan Mertz lay back in the king-sized bed in the cottage she had her husband had rented for their two week Mexican vacation. She was wearing only her white cotton panties and they barely fit her anymore. She rubbed her large belly, six month swollen with their child, then she reached below her stomach and felt her labia, wet with desire. Steve had already left for the airport and had left her lying in bed; wet, horny and angry. He refused to make love to her saying that the baby would be in danger. Bull shit! She knew if they made love doggie style the baby would be just fine. Hell, he wouldn't even eat her out! She love to give and receive oral sex, but Steve was put off by her pregnancy. God Damn it, she was horny.

Joan slid to the side of the bed and rolled out. Once on her feet she walked into the bathroom, stepped into the shower and began to wash her hair. As the water cascaded over her body her hand slipped back down to her labia and Joan gently rubbed her clit. Faster and faster she rubbed until she felt the familiar tingling deep within her and she knew she would soon cum. When her orgasms reached its crescendo, Joan's arm dropped to her side and she let the water and the orgasm wash over her body. Well, she thought, that was fun, but I would rather have the real thing.

The cab stopped in front of the airport and the sweaty Mexican cab driver unloaded her bags at the AeroMexico luggage drop off. Joan checked her bags in with the attendant, knowing that they would still have to go through exiting customs, and walked into the airport in Oventic, Mexico. She found an empty seat and sat down sideways in the faded plastic airport chair, her back aching from carrying the weight of her child. Joan tried not to act nervous but here she was six months pregnant and smuggling cocaine back to San Diego for her husband. She had never done anything like this in her life, but her husband had convinced her that this one small package, sold on the streets of a drug hungry California, would give them enough money to finally buy the house they so desperately wanted. Joan was sweating as she waited for her turn for luggage inspection, not only because of the heat and humidity of Mexico but because she was scared to death of getting caught with the drugs. Joan had heard the myriad horror stories of Americans caught with drugs in foreign countries.

The AeroMexico spokesman called for all of the Flight 611 passengers to form a line at Exiting Customs and to have their passports ready. Joan rose out of her chair, and because of her "condition" was allowed to go to the head of the line. As she approached the Mexican customs agent she noticed the armed police that patrolled the departure area. She shuffled up to the passport station and handed her passport over to the customs agent. He looked through the pages of her passport, stamped it with an exit visa and handed it back to her.

"Headed home Mrs. Mertz?" the Mexican official asked in heavily accented English.

"Ah yes I am. Been on vacation with my husband, but he had to return to San Diego early, so I am by myself." Jesus Christ Joan, she thought, you're talking too much. Just shut the fuck up and don't attract any undue attention.

"OK, well everyone's bags are over on the table, so if you'll just go over and stand-by your bag we'll try and get you out as soon as possible." He looked at the very pregnant woman with compassion. He didn't understand why a beautiful woman would be left alone in a foreign country.

Joan walked over and stood by the lone bag she was bringing home. Her husband had convinced her that she could get away with carrying the drugs precisely because she was pregnant. The drugs weren't hidden in her luggage but rather had been concealed in a specially constructed belt around her waist, one that was made to look like a back support belt for a pregnant woman.

The officer asked her if she had anything to declare and she replied in the negative. He opened her bag and gave it a cursory search and she watched at the agent open up and looked at her panties, bras and frilly, see-through nightgown. He packed everything back in the bag, smiled at Joan and then closed the bag and pushed it toward her. "Mrs. Mertz," he said. "You'll need to come with me to the quarantine area."

"Oh! Why? She asked.

"Just come this way Mrs. Mertz, please." The officer took a hold of her arm and led her down a long corridor and then opened the door to a large office marked "Investigations." "Please, Mrs. Mertz, have a chair and the Captain will be right with you."

"What's going on here? Why have you brought me here?" Joan nervously asked the guard.

"Please Mrs. Mertz, just be patient and wait for the Captain."

Joan sat alone in the office and looked around. There was a large wooden desk, two metal armchairs and a large padded table that reminded her of an examination table similar to those found in a physician's office. The walls were void of any decorations with the exception of one wall, which had a large built-in mirror that Joan was convinced was a two-way mirror. After what seemed like an eternity Joan heard some noise in the hallway and the door to the office opened and a large, swarthy Mexican in the uniform of a Captain entered trailed by a skinny Mexican woman in a T-shirt stamped "Customs" and a pair of khaki pants.

"Mrs. Mertz," the Captain said. "I am Captain Salvador Cortez of the Regional Customs and Drug Enforcement Service and this woman is Carmen Dorado, also of the Drug Enforcement Service.

"Captain, why are you detaining me?" Joan asked.

"Well Mrs. Mertz, it has come to our attention that you might be carrying drugs back to the United States and we have been asked to investigate the allegation.

"That's just plain crazy! What in the hells is going on anyway? I have done nothing wrong and demand to be released, this instant." Joan's voice projected a calm and innocent forcefulness, but her insides were anything but calm and she was positive that she was going to be caught.

The Captain took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his brow and looked at Carmen who was standing in the corner of the room. "Carmen, what do you think? Is this American woman carrying drugs?"

"Yes Captain, I believe she is. My informant was positive about his source. He told me to look for a tall, around 5'7" blonde American, one who was very pregnant. Mrs. Mertz seems to fit that description perfectly."

Joan chimed in, "I can't believe that you think I would be a partner to this drug smuggling business. And I am appalled that you are trying to hold me against my will. I would like to see someone from the American Embassy please."

The Captain listened to her tirade, turned and motioned for Carmen to come over to the chair in which Joan sat, and said, "Well Mrs. Mertz, seems like we can clear this up right now. We already know that your luggage is clean, so if you'll just stand up and let Carmen here perform a body search I think we can resolve this issue here and now."

"What? You expect me to let this woman perform a body search. Without evidence I won't allow it. And that's final!"

"Hummmm," the Captain said. "Let me explain something to you. First you have no right to see anyone from the American Embassy UNTIL you have been arrested and charged with a crime. Second, you are not in the U.S. you are in Mexico and Mexican laws apply to you. When you entered Mexico you waived your rights under the bilateral drug treaty signed by your government and mine, so you real need to cooperate with us.

Joan was in no position to argue with these people. She was caught and she knew it. It was time to cooperate. "OK Captain, what ever you want."

"That is good Mrs. Mertz, we appreciate your cooperation. Carmen you may get started." The Captain grabbed a chair, sat down at the desk and tilted it back so he could watch Carmen at work. He loved it when they captured a good looking American because he was a voyeur at heart and he really enjoyed seeing Carmen violate another woman, especially a pretty white woman.

Carmen walked over and faced Mrs. Mertz, "I will be searching your entire body. You must stand still and let me do everything. If you do not obey my every order I will be forced to have the local police assist me in the search. Do you understand?"

"Joan's head hung down and she stared at the floor. "Yes I understand. I'll cooperate with you."

"Good, now stand up Mrs. Mertz, and face me."

Joan rose out of the chair and faced Carmen. When Carmen reached out for the buttons on her blouse, Joan reacted with horror. "You aren't going to do this with HIM present, are you? And she pointed to Captain Cortez.

"Why yes Mrs. Mertz, I am. Now are you going to cooperate or do I have to call the guards?"

"No, no, I'm sorry, I'll cooperate. Joan stood still, her face turned beet red with the knowledge that she would soon be standing naked in front of this stranger. She watched, somewhat detached, as Carmen began unbuttoning her blouse. Button by button until it hung from her shoulders and exposed her frilly white bra. Carmen took off her blouse and tossed it onto the empty chair. She ran her hands around Joan's shoulders, down her back to the edge of her jeans and then around to the front of her body, gently caressing Joan's body but never touching her breasts.

Very nice Mrs. Mertz. You have lovely skin. It is so soft, and smooth and very white."

"Thank you," was all Joan could think to say.

Carmen was so close to Joan's face that Joan could feel the heat of her breath as the officer reached around behind Joan and unsnapped and then removed her bra. She took the bra from Joan's shoulders she looked down at the label, "36C Captain, just as you thought."

The Captain just smiled and looked admiringly at Joan's naked breasts.

Carmen let her fingers trail around Joan's breasts, outlining her areolas and then going around in a circle over her nipples. She squeezed each breast a little and then lifted each one as if she was weighing them. She released Joan's breasts and then again ran her finger over Joan's areolas and back around her nipples, pausing to pinch each one in turn. The she looked Joan in the eye and smiled at her. "Captain, she has very beautiful breasts, they do not sag and the nipples are very tender, but I think the American is enjoying my playing with them and that you are watching."

Joan looked, first at the Captain and then back at Carmen. She was still horny from this morning's session playing with her pussy in the shower. That coupled with Steve's refusal to make love to her and Carmen's hands caressing her breasts, she knew her pussy was wet.

"You think so Carmen? You really think that this beautiful, white American, this very pregnant American, is being turned on by you and I?"

"Yes, Captain, I think so, but I will let you know for sure a little bit later in my examination."

Joan was beside herself. They were right of course, they were turning her on. Joan was a very sexual woman and when a man or a woman for that matter stimulated her body she always responded back positively. But Joan's fear of them finding the cocaine, which of course they would eventually do, kept her from responding with any outward emotions.

Carmen leaned over and kissed Joan on the lips. It wasn't a lengthy kiss but more like the initial kiss of eventual lovers, then Carmen's hand dropped down to Joan's waist and she unbuckled the American's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her butt. "Step out of your jeans - please Mrs. Mertz."

Joan pushed down the tight jeans, slipped them off of her legs and put them on the chair with her blouse. She stood up and was virtually nude in front of the two Mexicans, covered only by her panties and the specially built back support belt.

Carmen knelt down in front of Joan and looked at her vaginal mound, just barely covered by the white panties. She reached out and touched Joan's pussy and could feel the wetness. "Oh yes Captain, she is turned on, you should feel how wet her panties are. Her pussy is leaking like a faucet." Carmen asked Joan to turn around and she unbuckled the support belt. "What is this belt for Mrs. Mertz?"

Joan though quickly, "Well it was specially constructed to support my back and the weight of my baby."

Hummm, Carmen thought, "Then why is it so thick in some areas?"

"Well... err... the guy that made it, did it especially for the support of my back. I think the thickened areas are the special padding he added so it wouldn't rub my skin raw. You see I have always had a bad back and... well... er... my husband thought it would help me walk, and beside, you can see how it fits under my extended stomach for support there too."

Carmen took the belt off and threw it on top of Joan's other clothing and resumed her kneeling position. She reached out again for Joan and put a finger inside Joan's panties and slowly pulled them down, then off, her legs. She duck walked up to Joan, moved her face bare inches away from her, and sniffed her pussy. "Oh, Mrs. Mertz, you smell so good, I must really try a taste." Carmen reached out with a finger and ran it up and in Joan's slit then gently slid it into her pussy, she pulled it back out and stuck the finger into her mouth and slowly sucked off Joan's juices. "Oh yes Mrs. Mertz, you taste even better than you smell."

Joan's legs were suddenly wobbly and combined with her pent up emotions and desires, no, she thought, they were really her primal sexual urges, she could hardly stand up. Joan staggered backwards a couple of steps until she could brace herself on the edge of the desk. Ummm, Oh God she muttered," and then Joan sat down on the edge of the desk.

Carmen looked up from Joan's pussy and at the Captain questioningly... and he nodded his approval. Carmen then lifted one of Joan's legs, placed it over her shoulder and she began to use her tongue on Joan's pussy. Carmen first licked up one side of Joan's labia and then down the other side then she slipped the tip of her tongue directly between Joan's labia and licked upwards searching for her clit.

Joan couldn't believe what this small, thin Mexican beauty was doing to her body. She leaned back on the desk until only her elbows were holding up her body and moaned with pleasure. "Yes... Yes... Yesssss. Oh God, Oh God Carmen that feels so fucking good. Keep your tongue in there, lick my clit... oh shit... Yes"

Captain Cortez, watched the scene unfold in front of him. It unfolding much like he thought it would, albeit with a little or no real coercion of the American woman. That was strange, he thought, generally he had to threaten foreigners or blackmail them into cooperating with he and Carmen, but not Mrs. Mertz, she just stood there and took our advances, with protest, strange indeed. He reached out at touched her hard nipple. Joan jumped at his touch, much like someone does when they touch something hot, then she relaxed and let him play with her breast.

Joan's head cantered backwards towards the Captain and she actually smiled at him. Her hand went out and grabbed Carmen's head and held it in place, ensuring that she would have to continue sucking her pussy and clit. "Captain," Joan cooed, "Wouldn't you like some of this too? Maybe you could come around the desk and suckle on my tits. Don't be afraid of me Captain, I won't report this. Please, I need someone to suck on my engorged breasts." Joan smiled, cupped her breasts, and lifted them up encouraging the Captain to come to her.

He stood up, walked to the side of the desk and bent his head down and sucked in the hard nipple of the pregnant American. He continued to suck on her breast while he watched, over Joan's large belly, Carmen tongue-fucking the woman's pussy. He like this and he knew before long he would have his hard cock buried deep inside her cunt, Well, well he thought another successful "drug bust." He let go of her breast and moved his lips up to kiss the pregnant woman's lips. As he and she traded spit Carmen pulled away from Joan's grip and stood up and walked away from the two of them.

God Damn it, she thought, I'm a good-looking woman, why does the Captain like these fucking white skinned Americans? What the hell does he see in a pregnant cow like Joan Mertz anyway? Carmen walked up to the two-way mirror and looked at herself. I'm 29 years old, she thought and I have great legs a nice ass and breasts that most men like. She put her fingers under and grabbed the side of her T-shirt and slipped it off over her head and tossed it on the floor. She wore no bra, as her 32B breasts didn't need the support. Then she unbuttoned her shorts and took them and her panties off with one swift move. Now she was totally naked and admiring her figure in the mirror. Shit Captain, 32B breasts, 5'9" and 120 pounds. I have shaved my mound like you asked me too, what else can I do to attract you?

"Carmen," the Captain yelled, "Get you skinny ass over here, NOW!"

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