My Girl, My Dad and 2 Day Laborers

"Is this going to be finished by tomorrow?" my mother asked, snapping at Victor the contractor.

"Mrs. Baxter, I can assure you it will be done in time for the foundation dinner," he said back with confidence.

"Well it had better be. I'm paying you and these, these, these guys you found on the street well. I sure hope they turn out to be more reliable than the irresponsible young punks you originally hired."

"Yes Mrs. Baxter, I can assure you they're professional and reliable. I've used them before at the country club and had originally had them in mind for this but they weren't available at the time."

"I don't want to hear any more excuses Victor. This foundation dinner is very important. I'm the president of the Ladies Auxiliary and I don't think I need to remind you about my husband's position in this community."

"I completely understand ma'am."

Oh boy, this was a real mess and I felt so sorry for Victor. My mother could be such a pain and when she threw around how important she thinks she and dad are, and how wealthy we are, it's embarrassing.

Victor walked over to the two Latin American day laborers he had found to finish the job and spoke to them in Spanish. I didn't believe his story one bit about how he knew them and had them in mind originally. Every day on my way to school, I saw them and a dozen or so guys like them, waiting on the side of the neighborhood shopping center to get hired in cash for whatever construction or painting jobs were needed in our nouveau-riche neighborhood, here in suburban Atlanta.

I didn't know their story but I felt kind of sorry for them. Both were clearly in their 50s, spoke no English and weren't as in-shape as the younger guys that they competed with for the menial jobs that Americans don't seem to want anymore.

"Elliott," mother said to me, breaking my chain of thought.

"Yes mother."

"I have to go into town to buy a new dress at Saks. I want you to stay here and make sure these two unkempt guys don't get into any of our stuff. Got it?"

"But mother, I was wanting to go see Allison today, it's Saturday."

"Well Allison can wait. Oh I don't understand what you see in that rude little thing. You're so much better than she is."

"Mother."

"Don't 'mother' me Elliott. I don't like her and neither does your father. She's disrespectful, tacky and won't go far in this world. Plus, it's more than obvious she's from a bad family. And you know I don't want her in this house again. Got it?"

There was no point in arguing so I nodded yes.

"Victor," she said butting in to his conversation with the two laborers. "I have to step out for a couple hours. When I get back, I expect to see some progress. Shouldn't they be taping the woodwork now?

Oh how embarrassing, I wanted to die.

This sucked. I had just turned 18 as had Allison and we were trying to spend as much time with each other as we could during the summer break before we both went off to college. Today I was going to pick her up and we were going to spend the day at the lake.

I texted her the bad news and she wasn't too pleased.

Bad news. Gotta stay home with painters.

Why can't your mom do it?

She's going to Saks. This dinner is important.

Fuck her!

Whoa!

Whoa nothing, I'm already dressed!

Sorry, text you later.

"Quit texting her and find something useful to do around here," mother said as she brushed past me. I wanted to call my father to come home and take my place but I knew there was no way he was going to leave his Saturday morning golfing outing at the club. I don't know why my parents are even still together. Mother is so ungrateful to him for all he does. She's never had to work a day in her life and yet she nags him constantly and uses his prestige to make herself look important to the society elite.

Ding, my smart phone sounded.

"I'm coming over," the text said.

"No!" I texted her back.

"Elliott," Victor said, tapping my shoulder.

I looked back at him thinking 'what now.'

"Elliott, I'm so sorry but I have to go check out another job in Atlanta that just notified me. This one is serious I'm afraid."

"Mr. White," I said, "Mother won't be happy. She doesn't think these guys will work fast enough."

"Elliott, Alejandro and Luis are both very responsible. They're older guys and that means they have a better work ethic. Plus, they're doing this to send money back to support their wives and kids in Guatemala. I can assure you, they'll be working non-stop."

"O.K. but if mother gets back before you or if my father comes home..."

"Elliott, you're in good hands, trust me."

I was scared for him but what was I going to do. This job in Atlanta I'm sure was paying Victor more than my stingy old mother so I consented and let him go.

"Thanks Elliott, I owe you one," he said running out the front door.

I looked back at my phone and there was nothing from Allison. Dammit, I didn't need her coming over, although whenever I see her, I fall in love all over again. Her pretty little face with the pixie-cut blonde hair. Her petite little frame with no body fat. Her upwardly pointing breasts, her trim waistline and her tear-drop shaped hips. Oh if only she would let me love her.

Yeah, you heard right. Allison isn't really my girlfriend. She's just a friend that I wish was my girlfriend. I'm a nerdy, short, skinny dude and she's all into the football player types. I've been hoping for a year that she'd give me a chance as she really does like spending time with me but she saves her carnal desires for other guys. Cruelly though, she tells me all about them later which is like a dagger to my heart.

Eh, once she comes over and sees me babysit these two middle-aged, pudgy Guatemalans, she'll huff off and probably take that trip to the lake with one of the guys she fools around with.

I plopped down on the couch and looked up at Alejandro and Luis. They looked at me, smiled and spoke to each other in Spanish, laughing as they taped the woodwork around the windows.

"Would you guys like some coffee?" I said slowly.

They didn't understand.

I mimed a coffee up and they laughed and went back to their taping.

Whatever.

They started to throw the tarps down so paint wouldn't get on the floor or the furniture so I got up and relocated into the foyer, just as the door began to open.

"Hi Elliott," Allison said, letting herself in.

"Allie, I told you not to come."

"Yeah, well you know I do what I want."

Allison just walked in anyway. Oh she looked hot in her low-cut blouse, miniskirt and heels.

"Why are you here?" I asked her. "I can't go anywhere with the painters in the house."

"Oh yeah, what painters?" she asked.

"Yeah, mother left as I said to go shopping, dad's at the club and the contractor just left to go to another site so that leaves me to babysit for the morning. Mother of course doesn't want them left alone here."

"I want to see what they're doing," she said.

"Oh come on, really?"

"Yeah, why not. Maybe they're cute."

"Ha, well on that note, I'll show you."

I led her into the living room where Alejandro and Luis were getting ready to get the painting started.

"Hi," Allison said, calling out to them.

Alejandro and Luis looked back at her, looked at each other and shyly waved back.

"They don't understand any English," I informed her.

"So...," Allison said looking around. "Your mom and your dad aren't here?"

"No, just me and these two guys."

"Did I ever tell you how much I can't stand your mom?"

"Oh, every time you can."

"She's such a bitch."

"I know but she's my mom."

"She wouldn't be too happy knowing I was here."

"No, she would not."

"Yeah, she'd be pissed."

"You got that right."

"I'll bet she'd be really pissed if I had sex in her house."

"Ha, ha, funny."

"No, I'm serious."

Oh man! All of a sudden, I was thinking this was finally my big chance.

"Well," I told her. "You know I've always had a crush..."

"Oh Elliott," she said, throwing her arms around me. "You're sweet but you're like my little brother. Please don't ruin our friendship."

My heart sank once again.

"Well, if you're thinking about calling over David, Eric or any of your friends, I can't have that in this house."

Allison looked at me and smiled a rather sinister grin and pulled away. She walked over across the room and out the French doors into the back yard, slowing walking by the glass bay windows looking inside at Alejandro and Luis.

Surely she wasn't?

Alejandro and Luis were finally getting around to painting the walls around the bay window but they slowed a little as Allison, who they ignored when she was in the room, stood in the center of the window, hands on her hips and eyed them both. I immediately went outside to her.

"Allie," I said to her. "You're not."

She didn't answer me. Instead she opened a few buttons on her blouse which caused Alejandro and Luis to both stop concentrating on their work and look at her.

"Stop it Allie," I said.

Allison began to rub her breasts and ditched her heels. She then walked past me, threw her head up in the air and smiled at the two guys behind the window. Then, she went back inside and I followed her.

Oh shit, what was I going to do about this?

Allison dropped her blouse once she got inside and the two laborers eyes followed her every move. She continued over in front of the couch where she turned her back to them, bent over and slowly pulled her miniskirt down, showing them her beautiful backside. Luis and Alejandro totally dropped their paintbrushes and whispered to themselves in Spanish.

"Allie," I said getting in front of her. "Get dressed and leave now!"

Allison just laughed at me and pointed to my crotch. She then motioned to Luis and Alejandro and pointed back at me. They looked at each other and then started laughing with her. Bastards!

"Elliott, get in the corner and watch!" she barked at me with such nastiness.

I was so shell shocked at that point and not to mention heartbroken. I did as I was told. I backed off, looking at the love of my life, acting like a whore, getting ready to fuck two ugly, old men while I was ready to love her. I started to tear up and cry.

"Oh look at the poor little boy," she said pointing at me and motioning to Luis and Alejandro. Then she started laughing again and they joined in.

I was starting to hate Allison as she humiliated me and I hated her even more as she layed back on the couch, raised her legs and started playing with her vaginal area for their enjoyment.

"Hey boys," she said to them. "Wanna fuck me?"

They didn't understand so she motioned for them to get undressed and come to her, which of course, they did.

I could not believe this. Here was pretty little Allison who fucked every guy on the football team but could not give her love to me. Here she was getting ready to give that love to two pot-bellied guys older than her dad.

Both guys took off their sweaty, paint-stained shirts and pants. Their penises were already hard, sticking out from their hairy bushes. Allison motioned them both over and looked at me with her devilish grin.

She went right to work taking turns sucking them as they moaned in Spanish and looked over at me laughing.

"Hurry up," I said through my tears, "before mother comes home."

Allison wasn't in a hurry though as she worshipped them both, licking their un-circumsized penises up and down their shafts. She moaned with pleasure, bobbing on their heads and darting her tongue in and out of their urethras. This went on for awhile and then the both started to take turns face fucking her.

After awhile, Allison stood up and pushed her two Central American senior studs down on the couch.

"Turn over," she ordered them.

They didn't understand so she motioned for them to get on their knees, facing away from her with their rear ends in the air.

They looked at each other puzzled but did as told.

"I'm going to do something I've never done before Elliott," she said.

At this point I had given up on her. I sobbed and watched as she bent down in front of Alejandro, spread his huge buttocks and pressed her face in the space between them. He immediately began to cry out in pleasure and shock as did Luis who looked over at her with his mouth wide open. Allison was not just an official slut but she was a nasty ass licker too.

I have no idea what Alejandro was saying but he babbled on and on as Allison ran her tongue around the most taboo part of his body. Luis meanwhile cheered them on as he turned around and started to masturbate beside them.

After awhile, Allison took her face out of Alejandro's butthole and looked at me.

"You nasty bitch," I whimpered to her.

"Yes, I am!" she screamed back.

She then got up and knelt down in front of Luis who stopped masturbating and pushed his buttocks down to the edge of the sofa and lifted his legs in the air. It was his turn now and Allison got down and with this angle, I could see her not only rimming him but she actually shoved her tongue inside his anus and that drove him crazy with pleasure.

Alejandro stood up and masturbated for awhile, pointing and laughing at me while he spoke back to his friend in Spanish. He then walked around to the backside of Allison and pulled her up to where she was on all fours. Allison continued to rim Luis as Alejandro began to rub his penis into her from behind - totally bareback.

Out of the two, Alejandro was the more hung so Allison moaned as he entered her as she continued to pleasure Luis' posterior. Luis moaned as well as he pushed his big ass back onto her face, riding her.

Alejandro fucked her hard like a jackhammer and the sound of his big testicles slapping against her drowned out my sobs. They also drowned out the door opening as I looked up and saw my dad walking into the room with his mouth wide open.

"What the fuck!" he screamed. "Elliott!" he screamed again as he saw me watching the immoral sight in the corner.

Alejandro and Luis both pulled away, and ran back to the bay window to put on their clothes as my dad yelled at me.

"Elliott, what the hell are you doing, turning our home into a whorehouse."

I continued to cry, "Dad, I'm sorry."

Alejandro and Luis got dressed a lot faster than they painted and were getting ready to run out the door when dad got in front of them and yelled at them in Spanish. They put their hands up, looked at each other then backed off and got back to work. What the fuck?

Allison meanwhile stayed naked on all fours and looked up at dad and I.

"Well," she said, looking at my father. "I'm not going anywhere until I get off and since you ran off my two studs, you better do something before your bitch wife gets home."

Dad looked down at her enraged.

"How dare you talk to me like that! This is my house!" he screamed at her.

"Oh daddy, it turns me on when you're angry," she said back at him.

Dad walked back around to her backside.

"Get up, get dressed and get out," he said.

"No daddy," she said. "I need for someone to finish what was started. My pussy is so wet. Fuck me daddy."

No way! Surely he wouldn't do something so crazy. Dad had been married to mother for over 30 years.

"You're a nasty bitch," dad said to her. Luis and Alejandro were painting frantically but kept looking over their shoulders.

"Oh," Allison said. "Well what are you going to do to this nasty bitch you horn dog?"

Dad knelt down, unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. His penis was rock hard, much harder - and bigger - than Luis' or Alejandro's and certainly mine.

"Elliott," he said looking up at me. "Not a word about this to your mother. Do you understand me?" he said.

I was in a state of shock.

"Boy I said do you understand me!" he screamed at me.

"Yes sir," I said snapping out of it, tears running down my face.

Dad then got busy fucking Allison, picking right up where Luis had left off. I felt I should have left but I stayed in the corner and watched him slide his big penis in and out of her now gaping vagina. Here my father was, 50 years old, married with three grown children and CEO of the biggest company in town and he was having bareback sex with a 18 year old girl in front of his son and two day laborers.

"Oh yeah," he said as Allison panted in unison with the slapping sound of his testicles against her skin.

"Oh daddy that feels good," she said

"Yeah, you like my big daddy cock you little slut?"

"Yes!"

"Good, take it you nasty girl."

He reached around and fondled her breasts for awhile. Then in what looked like an orgasm from her, she pulled his big hands up to her mouth and sucked on his fingers as he continued to fuck her.

"I can tell by those pussy walls that you're enjoying this," he said. "I'm cumming too," he then cried out.

He then pulled out and jacked a huge load onto her naked back. After he finished, he stood up, pulled up his pants and walked over to me on his way upstairs.

"Get her out of here before your mother arrives," he commanded. "Oh and Elliott, this never happened, understand?"

I nodded and looked away from him.

Dad disappeared and Jose and Alejandro giggled. I was now mentally exhausted as I looked across the room and then at Allison still on her knees.

"Elliott," she said looking at me.

"Yeah, what?"

"Your daddy fucked me."

"No shit."

"He came all over my back."

"No shit."

"I can't leave until it's gone."

Oh no.

"Get over here and clean it up," she said.

"Hold on while I get some paper towels," I responded.

"No, get over here and lick it up. Hurry before it runs off my back."

I knew Allison and after all of this, I knew she wasn't going to leave unless it was on her terms. Watching her I was so angry with her as well as my father and these two deadbeat painters. Nevertheless, I knew what I had to do to get her out before mother came back.

I knelt down and reluctantly started to lick up my father's semen. It was degrading, humiliating and I'm glad he wasn't there to see it. It smelt good even though it tasted salty. Oh it felt so wrong to do this.

After I had licked up and swallowed all of his semen, Allison got dressed, blew a kiss at Luis, Alejandro and me, left and drove off. I never saw her again and my father and I never spoke about what happened.