Plight of an Illegal Teen

by DBwriter51

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Blackmail, Coercion, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, NonConsensual, Rape, Reluctant, Rough, Sadistic, White Male, White Female, Hispanic Male, Hispanic Female, First, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Needles, Caution, Prostitution, Violent, .

Desc: Sex Story: A teenage Mexican girl's mother pays to have her daughter smuggled to America only to have her taken advantage of by an immigration officer. An American wife and daughter are kidnapped in Mexico by a drug lord. The young teenage girl is forced to spend her nights in the drug lord's bed while her mother is sent to work in a house of ill repute.

John Beckman had been an ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) officer for twenty years. He had been married but, like so many other officers, the job cost him his marriage and he’d found himself divorced. John had been a straight arrow his whole career. He’d never taken a bribe or accepted sex from the women and girls he’d deported over the years.

This particular day John had gotten a tip on a couple of illegals living in a small two-bedroom apartment on the slum side of town. When Beckman knocked on the door, a gorgeous young Mexican girl opened the door. She looked to be nineteen or twenty years old and had beautiful thick, wavy black hair that hung just past her waist. The girl had dark brown eyes and cute dimples when she smiled.

She had come barefooted to the door and was wearing a simple little long sleeve dress. She had a very nice figure with ample breasts and pretty legs to go along with her nice rounded ass. Beckman found out later she’d actually just turned eighteen and her name was Maria Sánchez. She lived with her older brother, Louis. Her mother had spent her life savings to have Maria and Louis smuggled to America. They had only been in America for six months.

Louis had a job at a factory while Maria stayed home and fixed their meals. It’d been another illegal that had turned them in. He’d wanted Louis’s job at the factory. Maria and Louis came from a small, poor town deep in Mexico. Their mother, once upon a time, had been a schoolteacher and her dream was to one-day see her children go to America, so they could have an opportunity she never had. She forced them to learn English from the age of six and made them speak it at home when no one else was around.

“Can I help you?” the beautiful Mexican girl asked, in perfect English.

Beckman held up his ICE badge and credentials. Big tears immediately formed in Maria’s eyes.

“Am I under arrest?” the Mexican girl asked.

“Yes. You are under arrest for Immigration violations,” Beckman told the young beauty, and went through the ‘Miranda’ bit and told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back.

As she was softly crying, she did as she was told. Beckman snapped a set of handcuffs on her small wrists. He then took her by the arm, guided her over to the old worn sofa, sat her down, and stepped back. Beckman took a good look at the young Mexican girl. She was younger than he’d originally thought as she was sitting there softly crying.

With her hands cuffed behind her back it made her firm breasts stick out even more. Beckman could plainly see the outline of her nipples pushing against her bra and dress. When he’d sat her down, the hem of her dress had risen high on her beautifully tanned thighs; and with her hands cuffed, it prevented her from pushing it down.

“Where is your husband?” Beckman asked the young girl.

“I’m not married,” she whimpered.

“Where’s the boy you’re shacking up with then?” Beckman asked her.

“It’s not like that. He’s my brother,” Maria said, crying.

“Then where is your brother?” Beckman asked.

“He’s at work, he had to pull a double shift today and won’t be home until after 10:30 tonight,” Maria said, really afraid of being alone without her brother.

“How come you speak such good English?” Beckman asked the young Mexican girl.

“My mother taught me and my brother from the age of six. She wanted us to be prepared for when we came to America,” the young girl answered.

“How old are you?” Beckman asked.

“Eighteen,” she replied.

“What will you be willing to do if I don’t deport you and your brother?” Beckman asked the beautiful young Mexican girl, but couldn’t believe he’d actually asked the question.

This young beauty was so sweet and innocent, not at all like the illegals he was used to dealing with. Something about this young Mexican girl, besides her gorgeous looks and extremely sexy body, immensely turned him on. He knew other officers had taken liberties with their arrestees, but he never had. However, he had to have this black-haired beauty.

“I don’t understand,” Maria said, as she continued to cry and was getting more frightened.

“I think you do,” Beckman said, as he ran his fingers through Maria’s long, soft black hair, and then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

“Let’s go see what your room looks like,” Beckman said, as he forced her down the small hallway.

He looked in the first room. It definitely belonged to her brother. The next room was Maria’s, it was neat and clean. She had a double bed with an old-timey iron-railing headboard. There was a pretty homemade quilt on the bed.

“Please! You can’t do this. You’re an officer of the law,” Maria sobbed.

“That’s right and you’re an Illegal that nobody is going to believe. Everyone is used to you people saying anything to try to keep from being deported,” Beckman told her.

He unlocked the handcuffs on one of her wrists, and then shoved the dark haired beauty on the bed. She was sobbing as he pulled her arms above her head, put the handcuff around one of the iron rails, and then snapped it back around Maria’s wrist. She was now lying on her back. During the struggle of being handcuffed to the headboard, her dress had risen enough that part of her white panties were showing. Beckman could see the dark shadow of the black hair on her pussy. Some of the hairs were sticking out of the edge of her panties.

“Please! Don’t do this. I’ve never been with a man,” Maria sobbingly begged.

“Look at the bright side. You might have an American baby,” Beckman told the young beauty.

“O god! No!” she sobbed harder.

Beckman pushed the teen’s dress up further, completely exposing Maria’s panties. He then grabbed the waistband and pulled them down, exposing the thick black hair all around her pussy.

“No! Stop!” Maria sobbed, as Beckman slid her panties down her legs and off.

The beautiful Mexican girl pulled at the handcuffs as Beckman kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants and shorts. He stepped out of them and climbed on the bed with the young beauty. She begged him not to defile her as he forced her legs apart and crawled between them. Beckman was already rock hard with anticipation of taking this young Mexican girl’s virtue.

Maria’s last hope of saving her virginity went away as she felt Beckman hard cock at the entrance to her womanhood. He gave a tremendous shove with his hips, sending his cock tearing through her maidenhead. She was extremely tight, but the blood from her torn hymen was lubrication enough that Beckman’s cock slid in-and-out of her without too much resistance.

The dark-haired beauty laid there being violated by a man old enough to be her father. Beckman fucked her with long hard stokes. He knew he should pull out of the young girl before he ejaculated in her pussy. He knew that she was unprotected because she’d been a virgin and could get pregnant, but her pussy felt so good. He just couldn’t make himself pullout before he’d emptied his entire baby making sperm into the beautiful Mexican girl.

Maria laid there crying as Beckman withdrew his deflating cock out of her and laid beside her. He laid there looking at her, amazed at the sheer beauty of this Mexican girl as he ran his fingers through her beautiful long black hair. It was so soft lying there in long waves. She had quit sobbing and was just whimpering now.

“Are you going to deport me and my brother?” Maria whimpered.

“I haven’t decided yet. A lot depends on you,” Beckman answered.

The young beauty was afraid she knew what the ICE officer meant by that. He might not deport them if she would continue to have sex with him. Maria laid there softly crying as Beckman dozed off. It was only a little after two o’clock in the afternoon. He still had another eight or nine hours before her brother would be coming home.

Beckman slept for a couple of hours before he woke up and looked over at the young Mexican girl with her arms stretched high above her head and held there by her handcuffed wrist. Her dress was bunched up around her waist exposing her pussy and beautiful legs. Beckman felt himself get hard again. Maria had stopped crying and was just lying there.

She didn’t struggle as Beckman rolled back on top of her. Knowing it would do no good to try to resist, she spread her legs and let him between them. The way Maria looked at it; she was already ruined and no longer pure from his earlier defilement. No man would want to marry her now, knowing she’d already had another man inside her.

Beckman slid his hard cock back into her tight pussy. Maria let out a groan as she felt his cock shoved into her. She laid there with her legs spread as he humped her for the second time. When Maria felt Beckman release another load of cum into her unprotected pussy, she started crying again, knowing the danger it posed.

As she laid there softly crying, Beckman told the young girl if she didn’t give him any trouble, he’d take the handcuffs off her. He got up, got the little key out of his pants, and unlocked the handcuffs. Maria rubbed her wrists and told Beckman she needed to go to the bathroom. He told her to go ahead, but don’t try anything and to leave the door open.

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