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Another week had passed. We were less than a week before we would be leaving on our family vacation.
I didn't have any Tuesday plans, until Katie brought me the prepaid and showed me a message from Mounika. "Help! Can you call me?"
I called and Mounika answered.
"Do you think you could hang out with Priya today? My aunt has to do some extra work and the person who was supposed to help her is flaking out. I need to go help her!"
While having Priya all to myself was tempting. I knew it was not a good idea.
"Can you at least come over so I can explain?". Mounika pleaded.
After taking a few quick things at the house, I headed to Escondido to see Mounika. I rang the bell.
Mounika answered the door. She was wearing a pair of warmup pants and a cropped t-shirt. She kissed me on the cheek and pulled me inside. "I am so sorry for bothering you with this. Come..."
We went to the kitchen and Mounika sat at the kitchen table where I joined her. Her aunt, Davika, was emptying the dishwasher. She wasn't wearing her Saree today, but instead a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She looked up from her task with a strained smile. Something was definitely going on.
"You know how I told you that Davika works for that warehouse company -- the one down in National City. I think I told you that?" Mounika began.
I nodded affirmatively.
"Well sometimes stuff comes in on those trucks that isn't supposed to be there. Sometimes it is just stolen goods that are mixed in with the real stuff. The owner of the company knows all about it, guess it started a few years back when he got in over his head with bills and needed money. But the people that send the stuff don't just let you stop when you want, so even though he has paid off his debts they keep forcing him to move stuff or they said they will burn down the warehouse and stuff."
I just listened. Had she been watching too many movies or was she being serious.
"So when that stuff comes in, they park those trucks in a corner of the warehouse and he makes a couple of his long time employees who trusts -- he makes them unload the cargo. Davika is one of those people. Another older gentleman too. But lately he has been flaking out. Something has gotten to him. It may be that the cargo keeps getting more dangerous. Drugs, crates that my aunt are pretty sure are guns, and... even people."
Davika broke in 'It is getting out of control. I liked making the extra money, but some stuff has happened in the past few months. I saw this man have to do stuff. I know he is scarred and scared for his life. I don't want to go either but the owner is panicked.'"
"Like what kind of is happening that scared him?" I asked, still incredulous about this whole fantastical story. It sounded like the plot to an NCIS episode or something.
"Sometimes, when it is people. They don't all make it. They have a heart attack, or suffocate, or dehydration gets the better of them. It is awful." Davika had tears running down her face. "And he had to dispose of those bodies in a barrel. It was awful. He was a grown man and he was breaking down about it."
Mounika turned to me solemnly. "It is people again today. I told her not to go, but she says if she doesn't she is worried that if she quits in such short notice something bad will happen to her boss or the company and she doesn't want to feel responsible. She already told him that she is quitting after today. He is upset but understands. It will be some other poor worker that will have to deal with this situation after today."
"Wow" was all I could manage to say.
"So can you please stay with Priya? I don't want to leave her home alone." Mounika pleaded.
Against my better judgement I agreed.
Mounika hugged me. "Thank you!"
She and Davika continued getting ready. Davika headed to the van, but Mounika circled back.
"Please keep your phones on. Both of you." she told us with seriousness.
She then stepped over to me. She spoke quietly. "I am scared. The stuff Davika told me is really bad. But please don't tell Priya, I don't want her to be scared too."
"Are you really sure you should do this? Can't Davika just call the police or something?"
"No, we shouldn't be doing this. But my aunt won't listen." she said. She kissed me and then kissed Priya and held her tightly. "Please take care of her."
Priya and I watched her leave through her bedroom window.
Priya, not really aware of what was going on, jumped onto the bed. She was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts. She lifted her butt and promptly pulled her shorts off.
"Come on, join me!" she said, playfully bouncing on the bed.
Some levity was definitely a welcome distraction from the somber occasion.
I quickly stripped out of my t-shirt and shorts and jumped on the bed with her.
I began to tickle her and she laughed "noooo, noooo!" This of course made me just tickle her more. "Noooo, daddy, you are gonna, noooo... " Her face flushed a little just as I felt a little squirt of warmth on my stomach. "Daddy stop, you made me pee a little!" she laughed.
"Sorry!" I kissed her on the top of her ponytailed head.
I sat back, I noticed her eyes were locked on my dick.
She took of her t-shirt and then managed to look up at me.
"Can I put your thing it in my mouth, like my aunt did?" she asked innocently.
I laid back on the bed and watched as her young body approached me. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and guided it to her mouth.
She didn't really know what to do. She just sat with it in her warm wet mouth.
I took ahold of her head gently and began to guide her head back and forth. I went from semi-erect to fully hard as I watched and felt her awkwardly pleasure me.
It felt wonderful but after a couple minutes she stopped.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.
"It hurts my jaw, I can't open wide enough to fit you." she said sadly.
"It is ok! Don't be sad. You are just built really small, Priya. But it felt good."
This made her smile. "Ohh. You wanna know a secret!?!" she asked excitedly.
"Of course!"
"Mounika told me she wants you to put your thing in her butt!" she said in an excited whisper as if she was divulging a state secret.
"Oh really?"
"Yes! Do you think it would fit in mine?" She turned over with her golden skinned ass in the air. She pulled on her flat ass cheek revealing her little puckered hole.
I grasped my thick cock in my hand. "Priya, your little body barely handles it in your sexy pussy. There is no way I can fit in your butt."
She pouted again. "I hate it. I can't do all the fun stuff that Mounika can."
I pulled her close and kissed her on her cheek. "It is alright. You know you both are special to me. Mounika is the one who gave you to me. Without her we wouldn't have ever been together so don't be jealous. And you know I love being with you more."
She climbed into my lap. She whispered "Daddy? I love you."
I pulled her close and kissed her gently. Her kissing was getting less awkward with experience.
I pushed her back on the bed. I spread her legs wide and buried my face between them. I buried my tongue inside her little slit, using my saliva to moisten it. She sighed as she felt my tot inside her. Once she was sufficiently slick, I decided to tease her just a bit more. I lifted her legs up higher and dipped my wet tongue into her young butt hole.
"Mmmmmm eeerrreeeeee oooooooh" she squealed.
I let down her legs and sat her back up. She climbed back into my lap. "Daddy did you just put your tongue in my butt??"
"Yes, did you like that?" I asked as she pressed her little body to mine.
"It made me feel funny, in my..."
I then lifted her little butt up and positioned the tip of my manhood at her tiny pussy. I slowly pushed her down. I was still amazed at how absolutely massive my dick looked going into her tiny frame.
"Daddy!" she whispered. "Ohhh, ohhhhhhhhhh"
I kept pushing her down until I was in as far as I could go.
I then began moving her skinny little body up and down. She was breathing heavy as I penetrated her over and over.
"Daddy, does this feel good? That I am so small?"
She had me ensheathed in her tightness. I was oozing precum inside her.
"I feel funny down there again, Daddy!"
"Like how?" I asked, somewhat worried that I was injuring her.
"It is all tingling, and I feel like I need to pee, and I feel kind of dizzy."
I knew what she was feeling.
But unfortunately, her phone began ringing.
Suddenly my high came crashing to the ground. All my playtime with Priya had selfishly pushed the situation Mounika and Davika to the back of my mind. "Get your phone!" I told Priya, but she had slipped into a cloud of euphoria that was descending upon her. I clawed over until I reached her phone with my fingertips. I saw it was Mounika calling on Facetime. I answered.
"Oh Daddy." She could see Priya sliding up and down on me still chasing the feeling that was know enveloping her body. "I'm so sorry to interrupt that! But, I need to talk to you alone."
I carefully lifted Priya off me, as she protested and collapsed on the bed in sexual frustration. I walked naked across the hall into Mounika's room and shut the door.
Mounika could see I was alone. "I wish I had never left you today. It has been such a fucked up day. Daddy, so many people were crammed in that truck. It is so fucked up. Four of them were dead daddy, dead! I told Davika that we couldn't do what her fucking boss wanted."
"Where are you now?"
"We are in a parking lot. Davika is throwing up from anxiety. Daddy we took the ones that were alive with us. They are so dirty and hungry. It is so messed up. Where should we take them?" she asked frantically.
"Look for a church! They will take them. They will probably end up getting deported, but at least the church will get them some care and shelter." I suggested.
"Oh no. They will be deported?" Mounika asked.
"Likely. You need to tell the church where the warehouse is. They will tell the authorities and get this to stop happening."
"Daddy, I feel so bad. There is an elderly man, and a pregnant mom with two kids, and another family. They are all crammed in our van. They fought to get all the way here and they will get sent back." Mounika said crying as she showed me with her camera the situation.
"You can't help them ALL honey. Get them to safety."
"Thank you Daddy! Is it all going okay there?"
"Well I think I just left Priya a little frustrated." I said with a laugh.
"Oh", Mounika said smiling as she wiped her tear stained cheek. "You better take care of that. Thank you for your advice love. You are the most awesome daddy!"
I hung up and made my way back into Priya's bedroom.
She was sitting there naked looking at a magazine.
"I'm sorry Priya, will forgive me?" I said playfully.
"I will never be mad at you Daddy!" She paused. "What was happening to me earlier, I don't even know what was going on when the phone rang."
"From what you told me you were feeling before hand, I think you were about to experience an orgasm." I told her.
"Is that good?", she said naively.
I reached out to tease her body and as I touched her normally dry pussy and noticed it was slightly damp. "Well let me see if I can give you it. Then you can tell me."
I sat her back on my lap. I rubbed my dick against her tiny young pussy lips until it was nice and rigid.
I then again pulled her onto me. My engorged member was once again stretching her open in ways her body was not ready for. I began bouncing her on my manhood vigorously.
She gasped. "Daddy! That's it... I feel it again. Oh you are stretching me out. Mmmmmm."
I continued yanking on her hips. My precum was lubricating her tiny hole. Then it happened. I felt it flex and contract tightly on the invading monster penetrating it. And then a flood of moisture surrounded the shaft. She moaned out loudly. Her fists ripped at the pillow behind me. Her legs quivered and she gasped for breath. "Daddy...... It is good, so very good."
I kept the pace going as I was now chasing my own climax of my own.
"Daddy! Are you going to? You know I love when you do that!" she moaned.
And so I did 'that' and unleashed a thick rope of cum into her young pussy. I held her skinny body tight to me as I emptied the full load.
We kissed passionately as I pulsed inside her.
After a few minutes I lifted her off. As my cock was freed from her little body, my cum oozed out but today it was mixed with the wetness of her very first orgasm.
"Daddy? Does your wife know about me?" she asked as she ran her fingers through the sticky mess.
"Yes! She enjoys hearing about what we do. It makes her very excited and makes our sex life very intense."
She just smiled. "Daddy?"
"Yes Priya, what is it?"
"I'm all messy and I love it." she said with a silly laugh.
Her laughter was interrupted by her phone ringing again. "It is Mounika" she said, before putting it on speakerphone.
"Hi you two, are you done being naughty?" Mounika greeted.
"Never!" we said in unison.
"Well, can you at least get dressed. I did something crazy and need your help!" Mounika said.
"What did you do?" I asked as I started gathering my clothes to get dressed.
"You are going to think I am nuts. I dropped off the people at the Episcopal church. But I couldn't stop thinking about what you said about then being deported. I couldn't do that to this pregnant mom, she is like so far along. I can't send her back after she has risked everything.". Mounika said anxiously.
"And?" I asked.
"She is still with us." she paused. "Her and her kids. I know daddy... But I had to. I know what it's like to have uncertainty of where you belong. I can't do that."
"So what do you want me to help with? I can text my wife and let her know I will be later tonight than usual. That means I can still will be around another 5 or so hours and still get home to get the kids to bed." I told her. All along Katie and Reagan had said I had all of Tuesday to utilize my weekly hall pass, but I had never taken them up on it. My family was my top priority. Even tonight I wanted to be home we'll before Tuesday was up.
"Really? Thank you! Ummm so, they are really dirty and dusty. They were hungry but we stopped and got Chick-fil-A already. But they are so filthy from walking and then that truck was dirty too. I don't want my bathroom to be a mess, so can you go take some towels and shampoo and soap down to the bathroom in the basement. And can you fold out the sofa bed there so they have somewhere to sleep? It isn't much but it is at least safe and clean. Priya can show you where stuff is. We are about 20 minutes away. Thank you so much daddy." I could tell Mounika was nervous as she was speaking really fast.
I hung up and turned to Priya who was still laying there naked, rubbing my cum over her crotch.
"Silly, get up! We need to help out your sister."
She groaned. "Daddy... I am so comfortable here in bed. Join me!"
"Can you show me where stuff is and then you can come back to the bed, my little love." I pleaded.
"Fine, just because I will do anything for Daddy!" She got up from the bed, and without getting dressed went into the bathroom to fetch towels. She handed them to me and then got some shampoo, soap, a razor, toothbrushes and toothpaste from the cabinet.
She lead me to the door near the kitchen for the basement stairs. I followed her naked skinny butt down the stairs, watching her ponytail sway with her walk.
The basement was rather empty. A simple bathroom was tucked behind the stairs. There was an older TV and a sofabed and an end table, and then mostly empty space. A few random items were leaned against the walls, but for the most part the basement was very clean, if not drab and a bit depressing.
"You best go get dressed my naughty girl!" I told her as I playfully spanked her butt.
"Fine daddy!" she said as she bounced back up the stairs.
I pulled the sofa bed out and made it up with fresh sheets and pillows, dusted off the end table. I made my way back upstairs.
Priya had managed to find some clothes and was eating a bowl of cereal. "Want some?" she said with a half full mouth, holding up the box.
I didn't have a chance to answer as I heard the door open and Davika entered first. She was a bit sullen, possibly agitated by the days events. I also sensed she may have been arguing about what Mounika had decided. She said hello to us but made her way to her room.
Mounika guided the pregnant immigrant in. She was dusty and fatigued. Her jeans had a tear in one knee and they were encrusted in dirt. Her pink sweatshirt was just as grubby and stretched over a very round belly. Her face, well kissed by sun, looked tired and belied her age. She waddled from not only her very pregnant state but also her sore feet.
Following in tow were two girls roughly Priya's age. They were dressed in track pants and had hoodies. Their clothes were in a similar state of dustiness and disrepair as their mothers. The one girl had a nasty scratch on her face and her hoodies sleeve was also torn. They spotted Priya and their tired eyes lit up just a little bit. Seeing someone their age probably gave them comfort.
I helped Mounika guide them downstairs. They looked nervously around.
Mounika grabbed a couple of folding chairs from along the wall and set them out for the girls.
"Go wash her up, I am going to go find some bathrobes or something for them." she said.
"You sure? Not sure that's a good idea."
She smiled, and headed up the stairs.
How was this going to work? I guessed she spoke Spanish, but my Spanish was so elementary. Then it hit me. I pulled out my phone and opened Google Translate.
I typed in "What is your name?", then showed her the translated text.
"Isabella" she said quietly.
"Very pretty name. Where are you from?" I typed.
She smiled a little smile. "El Salvador" she said.
"Very long trip." I typed.
She nodded with a sad look.
"No more traveling. You are rescued." I typed.
Tears flooded her eyes as she read that. As I suspected she hadn't realized this was not part of the journey. The journey was over.
Mounika appeared with one of Davika's bathrobes and some cold milk and Oreos for the girls. The cookies seemed to bring them some excitement. She bounced back up the stairs as she looked for something for the girls to wear.
"How many more weeks? Boy or girl?" I typed, and pointed at her round belly.
I read her response "Only 2 or 3 weeks. Another girl."
"Congratulations!" I wrote back.
"Would you like to shower?" I typed.
She shook her head affirmatively a look of relief on her face.
I guided her to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She stepped over to the sink when I showed her the toothbrush and toothpaste. She looked so satisfied to finally have access to such a basic necessity.
I left the room to get the bathrobe that Mounika had brought. I then went looking for a trashbag for Isabella's filthy clothes.
I returned to the bathroom and stepped in without realizing she was already removing her clothes.
She motioned for me to close the door. She handed me her sweatshirt and I tossed it in the trash bag. Her skin was still caked in sweat and grime. She reached under her big belly and unfastened her jeans. I helped pull them down and threw them into the bag too.
She pulled her hair aside and I helped unclasp her bra. She pulled it off, while shyly covering her boobs with her one arm. It was dirty with sweat.
I leaned over to check the water temperature. It was perfect. I turned back to see she had scooted out of her panties.
I motioned towards the shower. She stepped in gingerly.
She pointed to her belly and then mimed a slip and fall. Then she motioned for my phone.
She typed. "I am scared of falling. Very pregnant. Can you please help me wash? It has been weeks."
I started to step in, but she pointed at the showerhead and then my clothes.
I stripped down to my boxers. I stepped in to the shower. The water made my boxers cling to me, leaving not much to the imagination.
I held out my hand and she cautiously took it and stepped in. She closed her eyes as the water coursed over her. Immediately a muddy pool formed under her as the the weeks of travel grime washed away. The dirt from continuous plodding in hot conditions, mud from water crossings, the diesel residue from migrant trains, the filth from the truck that had carried her from Nogales to National City plus tears and sweat. It streamed down her body.
I pumped some shampoo into my hand and standing behind her I began to massaged into her scalp. I rinsed it out and repeated the process several times. Her hair began to show it's natural dark brown color.
My hands washed her face gently. With the grime washing away, years washed away too. She briefly opened her eyes to look at me with a smile.
I moved on to washing her body as she enjoyed the feeling of the water on her body. I soaped her shoulders and back. She motioned for the razor and gently shaved her armpits.
I then moved around front. My hands cautiously began washing her boobs. She closed her eyes again. I grasped one and lifted it and washed under it. She nervously bit her lip but she said nothing. I continued to the other. They were about a C cup, and very full and heavy -- ready to perform their motherly duties.
I washed over her round belly. She smiled and held her own tummy. She grasped my hand for a moment and held it there. I felt her baby kick hard.
I nodded so she knew I felt her little fighter's kick.
I moved closer to her and stepped to her side. I reached behind and began washing her butt. It was firm and tight from all the walking she had been doing. I soaped up and slid my hand into her crack and she made a little sigh. I slid my finger into her tight hole to wash it clean. She steadied herself on the wall. I washed down her legs and feet. Her hamstrings were very tight.
The water beneath her was finally clear. Weeks of dirt had been washed away.
I stood up and ran my hands over her tummy again. I washed under the bottom side. She grasped my hand again. But this time she guided between her legs.
I washed her fully. My fingers plunged between her labia. My drenched boxers gave away that I was aroused by it. She clawed at the wall as I washed her.
I could have taken her right then. But I thought better of it.
I turned off the water. She looked disappointed as I helped her out. I helped her put on Davika's bathrobe. Her pregnant tummy didn't quite fit in it.
I slipped off my soaked underwear and threw them in the trashbag with all the other ruined clothes.
Isabella eyed me as I put on my shorts. I threw on my t-shirt and grabbed my phone and guided her out of the bathroom.
Mounika was sitting with the Isabella's daughters.
"That took a while!" Mounika said.
"Sorry, but doesn't she look so much cleaner?"
"Glowing!" Mounika said.
Mounika motioned for the girls to follow her for their showers. Isabella said something to them which I guess amounted to the same -- but in Spanish.
They disappeared into the bathroom as Isabella took my phone and sat on the bed.
"Why did you stop?" she wrote in Spanish in Google Translate.
"I wanted to talk to you first. I am married. But my wife let's me have fun with other girls."
"Which girl are you having fun with here?" she typed.
"All three of them" I wrote daringly.
"All three? The one. Young like my daughters?"
"Yes. Every couple of weeks." I responded.
She paused a moment thinking about something. Then she asked. "How long will l stay here?"
"We will keep you safe but nobody can know you are here."
She smiled as she read that and hugged me close.
I knew Mounika would want to take care of them. I wasn't so sure that Davika was cool with this situation, but I frankly didn't care since it was her employers actions that had lead to all this.
Priya came bouncing down the stairs. "Hi Daddy! Where is Mounika?"
"In giving the girls a shower. They should be done in a bit."
"Oh, okay well I will be in my room if anyone wants me." she called back as she went bouncing back the stairs.
I turned my attention back to Isabella. She gently pulled back the bathrobe. She took my hand and placed it on her belly letting me feel the kicks again. She then pushed my hand slowly downwards. She spread her legs and it was evident where she wanted me to touch.
I shook my head no. Isabella looked confused.
She took my phone. "Why not?"
I wrote "You have been through a lot. Get some rest. Think about what you really want. I will be gone on vacation next week. If you still want to when I return, then we can."
She read it and laid her head against my shoulder. Her hand traced her fingers back and forth on my arm. We sat that way in silence for several minutes.
I grabbed my phone, and typed into the translator, "So you don't understand English, or are you just nervous to speak it."
She smiled and responded "Very few words but no I can not speak or understand it. My daughters can speak some and understand more. I am sorry."
I hugged her.
Meanwhile her daughters emerged -- much cleaner -- from the bathroom with Mounika. They were wearing some of Priya's PJs. They were baggy on the one girl and tight on the other. But they were clean. I notice Mounika had carefully bandaged the wound on the one girls face and arm. Both had dark brown hair. One was naturally curly, while the other's was straight.
"They were so filthy!" Mounika said.
"Why don't you get them ready for bed? It is early but I am sure they are looking forward to a real bed. I am going to head home. I already told Isabella that I will be back once we are back from vacation."
I kissed Mounika goodbye. Then I returned to Isabella who had crawled under the covers. It was just a sofa bed, but was the first real bed she had slept in since leaving El Salvador. I bent down and kissed her forehead goodbye.
I headed for the stairs. To my surprise the girl with the bandage ran to me and threw her arms around me. She said "Thank you!" quietly, with a rather heavy accent. I hugged her before she ran back to join her sister.
I went upstairs and checked on Davika. She was alone in her room. "Sorry, I know I neglected you today." she said. "It was just a terrible day and a lot on my mind. And now I guess I am unemployed with a bunch of more mouths to feed. Not helping."
I just hugged and told her I would give her space.
I went to say goodbye to Priya but found her asleep on the sofa. She had apparently fallen asleep playing with Nintendo Switch as it was laying on the floor next to her, but her character was just waiting for her to move. I kissed Priya on the lips but she didn't stir. I covered her with a comforter and headed out.
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When I got home that night, I told Katie and Reagan about my absolutely crazy day. They had many questions from the perverted ones about my fun with Priya to the genuinely concerned ones about Isabella and her kids.
The following weekend we left in the Wagoneer on our family vacation. It was a good week away from school for some of us, and an awesome time as a family for all of us. We rented a multi-room lodge-like cabin which allowed us to get some much needed romantic nights for myself, Katie, and Reagan without needed to get up early for work or classes. The older girls were getting the hang of taking care of their little sister. This proved very helpful. On more than one day it was well after 10am before we got our naked selves out of bed to tend to things. Daytime's were spent outdoors and early evenings were around the campfire or out stargazing on the telescope my daughter had brought along.
It was perfect.