October 17, 1998
Here it is, Chapter two.
This continues the story from Wetback 1, and is wholly written by me.
Wetback 2
About two weeks after I slapped Carlos around for showing me the smut magazine containing pictures of my Maria, I was ordered to report to the main house. I had only been there once, to help unload some furniture. The laborers were expected to stay away from the Anglos and their house. I was very worried as I approached the back door, the only one we were ever allowed to enter.
I knocked, and Carlos opened the door for me. With a smile, he led me into a small office, where Mr. John Preston sat. "Juan, come in, please be seated." He said politely. I looked around as I moved to the chair in front of his desk, I noticed how everything looked very expensive. I noticed Carlos was grinning like a jackal, as he waited by the door. Mr. Preston stared right at me and said. "Juan, I've been told that you and Carlos had a little fight." I jerked my head around to look at Carlos, who now had a serious look on his face.
"Yes, Senor Preston, this is true." Carlos said. "I showed him a magazine I had bought and he got angry and struck me." I looked back at Mr Preston, who was looking very concerned.
"Carlos, do you have that magazine?" He asked.
Carlos hesitated, then said. "No, Senor, he stole it from me." "But, I have another in my room, I can go get it." Mr. Preston nodded and Carlos left the room quickly.
Turning back to stare at me, he asked. "Juan, do you like working here, for me?" I nodded, not trusting my constricted chest, to speak. "I don't allow fighting among my workers." I knew this was not true, since the straw bosses often beat the drunkards when they didn't work hard enough. I wasn't going to correct him on anything, since we couldn't afford to look for another place to work, without papers. "This is most serious you understand don't you?" Again I nodded. He stood and walked behind my chair, before continuing. "Did you strike Carlos?" He asked, right behind my head. Tears ran down my face as I nodded yes.
At this point, Carlos walked in with the dreaded magazine. He handed it to Mr. Preston, who leafed through the pages behind my back. I could visualize the poses and the graphic nudity, as he made little noises of approval or disgust, I couldn't tell. I felt like dying, knowing I could do nothing to avoid him from seeing those horrible pictures of my Maria! "Well ... that is a disgusting little rag." He said as he walked back to his desk and sat down. I noticed that his dick was noticeably swollen from viewing the pictures in the magazine! When he was seated and looking right at me he said. "Carlos, go get Maria, and bring her up to see me." "I want to ask her some questions, and get to the bottom of this." "Juan, you may go, I'll let you know what I decide."
I stared at him for a moment, unsure if I had heard correctly. I stood and Carlos led me out the back door to take me to the workers quarters. When we got to my room, he walked right in and called for Maria, as if she was his wife. She walked in from the bedroom, and Carlos told her to come with him. Looking to me, I gave her a quick nod to let her know it was alright. She walked out as Carlos held her arm as he pulled her along, telling her the big boss was waiting. I sat in utter despair for the first hour, then in fear and wonderment for the next two!
Finally, at about nine, she walked back into the room. Without saying anything she went to our small bathroom and got into the shower. I was very confused, since we had both already taken our showers earlier. Memories of another shower involving my wife came back to haunt me! I waited in the bedroom, until she walked in, wrapped in her robe.
"What happened?" I asked. "Are we to be fired?" "What did he say?" Maria broke down crying, and threw herself onto the bed. I held her, expecting to hear the worst. What she told me was even more unbelievable!
Maria related the events that had taken place in the big house. First she was taken to the same room I had been in earlier. Mr. Preston showed her the magazine and asked if they were pictures of her. When she said yes, he said he didn't believe her and to prove it he ordered her to strip! She refused at first, but he threatened immediate termination if she didn't. She asked that Carlos leave the room, which was denied. When she stood naked before them, Mr. Preston ordered Carlos to take her clothes and leave!
He then told her she still didn't look like the pictures ... yet. Opening his fly, he motioned her to her knees. He instructed her to remove his dick and suck it. Maria did as she was ordered and sucked him until he pulled away. Bending her over his desk, he screwed her as he commented that he could now see that it really was her in the photos. When he came, he pulled out and settled into the chair and had my wife suck his dick again!
He came in her mouth awhile later then placed her over his desk again. Taking his belt, he spanked her ass, telling her that she was a slut. He said he blamed her for Carlos and me fighting. He ordered her to tell me everything that happened and that from now on she was his slut. He informed her that every night at seven, she was to be at the back door. He said we could keep working here if she did as he told her. She agreed to his demands, and then he dismissed her.
When she asked about her clothes, he smiled and told her that Carlos had them in the next room. The room was used for storage, there were shelves of supplies and a small cot in the corner. Carlos was waiting as she walked in, completely naked! Quickly, he placed her on the cot and started to fuck her, as he sucked on her tits. Maria started to cry as she related her time with Carlos. I hugged her as I tried to calm her down. She twisted away and opened her robe to show me the teeth marks on her breasts. I got very mad and threatened to kill Carlos!
It was Maria's turn to calm me down, as she told me we would be fired if I touched Carlos. I knew she was right, but I refused to allow her to be abused by that scum. We talked until near midnight, then went to sleep, we still had to work the next day.
Mr. Preston came to see me the next day, he asked if I had talked to Maria. I told him I had, and I was very upset with how Carlos had treated her. He seemed confused, until I mentioned the marks on her body. He told me that he had spanked her, not Carlos. I finally had to explain that Carlos had bitten and marked up Maria's breasts. He looked at me for a moment, then told me he was sorry and it wouldn't happen again. He walked away and headed to where Carlos worked. Carlos was never allowed to use Maria again, to our relief.
It took less than a week, before Maria was excused from regular work detail. Mr. Preston wanted her around the dormitories, in case he got horny during the day. Shortly after that I got promoted to foreman of an area further from the dorms. We got better living quarters, with two bedrooms even though we don't have any children. A door was placed into one bedroom, that opened right into the adjoining warehouse. This gave Mr. Preston a way to slip in, without being seen from the house. He even had a bell installed in there, so he could call Maria to him, day or night!
Mr. Preston had three sons, Peter who was married and about thirty years old, soon became a regular visitor along with his dad. Richard, twenty something college man, visited a lot when he was home from college. And, Bobby at about 14, who was excluded from visits with dad, at first. Bobby was always pestering the Mexican girls and even some of the women. He was caught several times, trying to look in windows to see them dressing. One night Mr. Preston brought him around to visit with my Maria.
We were watching our little television, when the bell rang. Maria got up, walked over to me and kissed me. "Don't wait up." She said as she headed to her special bedroom. I left the T.V. on and went into our bedroom, quietly. The two bedrooms had closets on a shared wall, with a flimsy partition separating them. I could hear almost everything that was said in there already, since the apartment was so lightly constructed. What I had recently discovered, was that I could pry the single piece of paneling out and look into the other closet! By opening the closet door, as I had earlier that day, I could see almost the entire bed! The normal procedure that the boss had, was he left the light on while he fucked my wife. This allowed me to see them clearly!
"Take off your clothes!" He said, as if he was asking for the second time. "Right now!" Maria hesitated, looking past the closet, to the door.
"What about him?" She asked, pointing.
"I want him to see this ... uh, you." Said Mr. Preston. "I hope it will stop him from being a peeping tom." He said, identifying the mystery person as Bobby. "Now strip down, so the boy can see his first pussy!"
Maria removed her clothes, placing them over the chair by the bed. When she was naked, she laid on the bed and opened her legs. I could imagine Bobby standing at the end of the bed, staring at her splayed pussy! He actually gasped as Maria spread her cunt lips for him.
Mr. Preston laughed, then egged his son to get on the bed. "There you go Bobby, a cunt." "If you want any of that, get in there and take it!" Bobby scrambled on the bed and started to touch Maria pussy as he sucked on her tits. He was dry humping the bed as he moaned over his great fortune! "Easy boy, or you'll shoot your load out of the box!" "Maria, get his pants off and suck his cock!" Maria pushed Bobby onto his back and opened his pants, pulling his stiff dick out. She had just managed to taste his dick, before he was shooting his load! Maria sucked him dry as he praised, then cursed the lord.
His dick didn't even soften a little, as Maria continued to suck him. "Daddy, can I fuck her? ... Please!" Moaned little Bobby. His daddy just chuckled and nodded. Maria flopped back onto the bed and spread her legs for him. He was pounding away, and not even close to her pussy! Maria grabbed his cock to align it, causing him to squeal in pleasure. I doubt if his dick had ever been touched by anyone other than himself. When he slid into my Maria, he again praised the lord and his luck. He lasted only slightly longer, than he had during his blow job.
He laid on top of her, suckling her tits, as his dick finally weakened and slipped from her channel. I could watch his sperm as it oozed from her, as I've done countless times before. Bobby was ecstatic, thanking his dad profusely, as he rubbed and pinched Maria's body.
"O.K." You've had enough, get back into the house and do your homework." Mr. Preston told him. "I'll be in later, and we'll talk." "Now, get!" He said, with a playful swat of Bobby's bare ass. Bobby almost fell to the floor as he tried to get away from his dad, and pull up his pants and underwear. Soon, I heard him leave through the warehouse, and Mr. Preston sat on the bed beside Maria.
"You were great with him, thank you." He said to her, as he fondled her breasts. "I think he will probably want to stop by again, I'll let you know." Then he stood up. I thought he was going to leave, and was about to return to the living room. He stopped, chuckled again, and unbuckled his pants! Maria didn't move, as he lowered himself onto her sweaty body and entered her pussy with one thrust!
I watched them, as they both orgasmed as one. Maria turned to him as he flopped off of her. "John?" I was shocked! I had never heard any of the hired hands address him as anything other than Mr. Preston! He hovered over her face with a look of contentment, not the face of rage I expected. "Will I ..." Maria started. "Will I be a plaything for the 'Nino's' too?" She asked.
John, Mr. Preston, smiled warmly and said. "Maria, nothing has changed." "I have only allowed my sons your pleasures ... well except for Carlos." I almost choked when he said that, and Maria looked a little sick too. "It is just my family, nobody else." He said as he kissed her cheek. "And, you tell me if anyone mistreats you." He slid from the bed, and stood beside it. Maria dutifully moved to the edge and sucked his dick clean. Mr. Preston dressed and left, without another word from either of them.
I was pretending to be asleep in front of the T.V., when she came out of the "other' bedroom. I heard her walk to the bathroom and start the shower. I almost had a heart attack, when she whispered in my ear. "Do you like watching me have sex with other men?" I jumped, and was ready to deny spying on her, when she held up her hands. "I saw you tonight, right after ... Bobby." She sighed as she turned and walked to the shower. I followed her, trying to think of something to say. When she was in the shower, I sat on the toilet lid and confessed what I had been doing. I told her I loved her, and desired her even more than when we were married.
She made a few comments about everyone being crazy around the farm. Then she jerked the curtain open, exposing her beautiful body to my view! "Do you still want me?" She asked, as I dumbly nodded. "Then fuck me, like the whore I am!" She yelled as she threw her arms around me and we hugged! I carried her to our bedroom and made love to her as I remembered little Bobby squirming on top of my Maria!
From that day on, when Bobby got home from school at about 3:30, he walks in the front door of his house, drops his books and walks right out the back door! He claims to be checking on his 4-H project in the barn, and unless Maria is going to be entered in the fair, he's lying.
Maria leaves the inner door to the 'other' bedroom open, so he can walk right into the kitchen. She usually has fresh baked cookies and cold milk waiting for him, which he quicky gobbles down. Then he is ready for the main course, fucking Maria! He seems to prefer the missionary position the best, since it allows him to suck on her tits as he screws. Occasionally, he will screw her from behind as she crouches down, usually when she is busy cooking my supper. He only misses three or four days a month, usually during her period.
I know all this, since I am almost always sitting in our bedroom, watching through the keyhole! I can hardly wait until he leaves to drag my Maria to our bed and fuck her, as his come seeps out of her pussy! Once, the bell rang just as I was coming, it was Mr. Preston! Maria jumped up and went to him, straight from our bedroom. He told her he had waited for Bobby to get back to the house before coming in. When he mounted her pussy, he commented on how much come his little boy had produced. Maria looked to the closet and winked at me as 'John' grunted his way to an orgasm.
Our jobs seem secure for now, and we are trying to get legal status, though I don't think either one of us wants to leave the employ of Mr. John Preston!