I had been bugging my dad to let me come work for him part time for about a year. He runs a small fruit packing place that processes fruit for the local farmers. He kept refusing me, but not giving me a good reason why he did not want me to work for him. Finally, the summer after my junior year he told me I could come work for the summer.
One of the part time office girls was going on maternity leave, and he was having a hard time filling her position. However, he told me there were a few stipulations for me to work there. The main one was that I was to stay in the offices, and not go out to the production areas.
He was also very adamant about staying away from the male Hispanic workers. I chalked it up to him being somewhat racist, but I would find out later that there were some other reasons. So, I went to stay the summer with my dad, since he lived about an hour away, and I did not want to have to drive that every day. I was trained by the girl leaving on maternity leave for my first two weeks. She seemed somewhat depressed and never talked to any of the other women in the offices.
Also, when everyone was leaving for the day, the Hispanic women that worked there were always giving her dirty looks and commenting to each other, looking or pointing at her.
I couldn't understand what the problem was, but I was sure it was none of my business anyway.
One day I asked her about her baby's daddy, and she broke down in tears and took off to the bathroom. She never did tell me about him. After my two weeks of training, Cindy left for her leave, and I was performing the filing and other simple office tasks for everyone else.
The foreman, an older Hispanic man named Carlos, often was in the offices and talking to everyone. My dad seemed okay with him, perhaps partly because he had known Carlos for almost 15 years, and Carlos had even been over to our house a few times when I was little.
One day on my lunch, I decided to take a walk outside. As I was walking around one side of the building, I saw a group of the Hispanic guys out talking and smoking. I recognized one of them as Carlos' son Caesar. He was just a couple years older than me, and we had played together a couple of the times Carlos came to the house when I was little.
He came over and was talking to me, with a couple of his friends following along. As we were chatting my dad came out the back door, looking like he was inspecting some of the bins of fruit. But then he noticed me talking to Caesar and his friends. I had never seen my dad so angry. He came over as quick as he could, and started yelling at me to get back to the offices.
Once we were both back in his office, he started yelling at me, telling me he had told me not to talk to those guys, and how terrible they all were. Finally he told me I needed to go home and we would talk about whether or not I could keep working when he got home. By the time I got out to my car, I was bawling and I could hardly see. I dropped my keys as I was trying to unlock the door, and that just set me off more.
I sat on the ground next to my car crying until Carlos came over to check on me. "Hey, what's wrong chica?" He asked. Between my sobs I told him what had happened. He hugged me and told me it was okay.
Then he looked me in the eyes and told me that I was in no condition to drive. "I will drive you home, chica." "But I can't leave my car here." He told me he would drive my car and me home, and his son Caesar would come pick him up and bring him back to work. I thought this sounded okay, except for Daddy would be very angry if Caesar came to the house after this.
But, I knew I wasn't in the right frame of mind to try driving the windy roads to daddy's house. Once we got to the house, Carlos told me it would be about 20 minutes before Caesar could get there.
So, I invited him into the house to wait. I got us a couple of sodas and we sat down and started talking. I explained to Carlos that I did not understand what daddy's problem was, and why he was so angry about me talking to the guys.
Carlos took my face in his hands and said, "it is because you are a very beautiful young woman, and many of those men have been known to do bad things to pretty girls like you." "What kind of things?" I asked.
Carlos just shook his head. "Things a young lady like you does not need to know about." I kept pushing him to tell me. He sighed. "What did Cindy tell you about her baby?" he asked. "Nothing," I said. "In fact, when I asked her about the father, she got upset and left to the bathroom for a long time." Carlos smiled somewhat sadly.
"That is because she is not sure who the father is." I sat, probably looking very shocked. I would have never thought that mousy little Cindy would have slept around with a bunch of Hispanics at work.
"But, I have said enough already" stated Carlos. But, I wanted to know more.
Carlos may have thought I was a sweet and innocent young girl, but since I lived so far away normally, he did not know about my adventures. I pushed him until he told me that Hispanic men were just excellent lovers, and that many of the men at work liked to share their women with each other. By now I was getting a bit excited. I had mostly only been with white men up to this point, so the idea of having sex with a Hispanic guy was turning me on.
And to think about having sex with more than one of them made me very wet. Carlos looked at me again, possibly seeing in my eyes what I was thinking.
But he told me not to be upset with my father, because my father knew this and just wanted to protect me from them. But, before he could finish defending my father, I stopped him by telling him that I wanted to try it.
When he asked me what he meant, I told him I wanted to try a Hispanic man. He laughed, thinking I was joking. But when he saw the determination on my face, he decided instead to ask me, "Are you sure about this chica? Things can sometimes get out of hand with a girl.
But I told him I could handle a lot more than he thought I could. I leaned against him, and he pulled my face up to kiss me. As we were kissing his hand slowly made its way to my thigh, and then slowly up under my skirt. Next thing I knew, he had my panties pulled to the side and was rubbing my clit. With his other hand, he took mine and slid it over to his crotch. I could feel his hard cock beneath his pants, and slowly stroked it through his pants. Soon I broke away from our kiss and took both hands and undid his belt and pants.
I pulled out his cock and started stroking it.
It seemed fully hard, but I had never seen one quite like it. I was used to the longer and skinnier cocks of the boys my age, but Carlos' cock was fairly short, but very big around. I could not wrap my whole hand around his cock. I smiled at him as I moved my hair over one shoulder and then leaned down, taking his cock in my hand as I started to lick the tip slowly.
As I began sucking his fat cock, he told me that I wasn't like most of the other girls; that I really seemed to know what I was doing. I told him that he would be surprised at how much I knew. This seemed to excite him more, as he grabbed my hair and started moving my head up and down his cock. After a few minutes I stopped and suggested we move to my bedroom.
He agreed and we headed down the hall. Once in the bedroom, Carlos quickly began taking off his clothes. I started to as well, when he said "no! just leave them on," with a wicked smile. He had me lay back on my bed, and he pulled my panties off. He slid my skirt up around my waist and pushed my shirt and bra up above my tits. He then dove into my pussy and hungrily started to lick and suck my clit. I came twice before he moved up, pulling my legs up with him.
He smiled wickedly again as he guided his cock to my pussy, and then drove it all the way in quickly. I cried out in pain and pleasure. His cock was so fat, and I had never had one that big around before. However, it didn't take long for the pain to subside to only leave the pleasurable feelings. He stood there at the edge of my bed, holding my legs, as he fucked me slow but hard.
Soon I felt him tensing, and screaming that he was going to cum. Then he pulled out and laid his cock on my pussy as his cum oozed from the tip.
Just then I looked over at the door, and there was Caesar, standing there watching with a huge smile on his face. I tried to cover up, but they both just kind of laughed. Caesar came over to me, took my face in his hands, and kissed me deeply.
Caesar broke from our kiss and I saw Carlos sitting at the head of the bed, stroking his cock. He told me to get on all fours and to suck his cock. I obediently did as he said, leaving my ass up in the air.
Caesar took his cue, and go up on the bed behind me. As I was sucking off Carlos, Caesar slid into my wet pussy fairly easily. He was not quite as big around as his dad, but he was definitely longer.
It wasn't long and Carlos was holding down my head, telling me to swallow all his cum. AS I felt the first spurts I heard Caesar cry out, and then I felt Caesar push into me hard as he started to cum.
I couldn't say anything at that point about pulling out, as my mouth was full of Carlos cock and cum. After they both were done cumming, Caesar moved off of me, and Carlos got up from the bed.
I laid down as they got dressed. Carlos smiled at me and told me that there would be much more to come this summer. They both got finished getting dressed, told me they would see me later, and headed out to their car. It was only about 20 minutes later that I heard my dad's car in the driveway.