Norma Egan - Peeping maid

The next evening, the Barton’s gave a party, and that kept Lita hopping. There must have been a hundred people milling through the house and spilling over the grounds. Enviously the new maid found herself hanging up fur coats, dozens of them. Only when the party was well underway could she relax and have a look around. Fortunately there were bartenders and waiters specially hired for the event, so Lita's work was over early.

She wished she could change into some glamorous dress and mingle with the guests. There were so many attractive men. But she didn't have any expensive clothing, and the Barton’s would notice her anyhow. She knew she was expected to disappear after welcoming the guests and taking their coats, but she couldn't resist the impulse to prowl around first.

She kept to the shadows, both indoors and out, and nobody noticed her. She saw a lot of drinking, a lot of horseplay, and heard endless talk. Inside the house it was wall-to-wall bodies, but outside it wasn't so crowded. How could it be, with a "back yard" big enough to land a jetliner in? Lita soon went outdoors to escape the blue clouds of cigarette and cigar smoke.

She hadn't wandered very far when she heard muffled voices coming from behind a big hedge. There was giggling and scuffling. Lita couldn't resist taking a peek, so she crept up to the hedge and found a small opening where she could crawl under. She crept into the burrow and peered through the leaves into a clearing on the other side of the hedge.

She saw a striking young redhaired girl weakly fending off the advances of a portly balding middle-aged man. They were standing close, and every time the guy reached for her, the girl giggled and pushed him away. The guy was no shrimp, but the redhead was his equal in height, a gorgeous young Amazon in a tight-fitting sequined dress.

"Mr. Lake," the girl tittered, "you behave now.”

“Aw, come on, Sharon," the guy whined, "you know I got the hots for you. It's killing me, baby.”

“Oh, sure," said Sharon. "You got the hots for all the girls who try out for your show. But before I give anything away, buster, I wanta make sure you're gonna hire me. Fair is fair.”

Lita had no idea what kind of "show" the girl was referring to-nightclub, TV, or movies-but it sounded like an old, old story. She didn't blame the girl for holding out, but she could also see why Mr. Lake was red-faced and wheezing with lust. Sharon was a stunning girl, with big conical thrusting tits, long beautiful legs, and a face like a doll.

Lake made one more grab for the redhead, but she easily pushed him away. He should have been the stronger of the two, but he was out of condition, plump and pale. He wheezed in frustration and mopped his forehead with a big silk handkerchief.

"All right, dammit," he said, "you win. I promise you'll be in the show. Now will you come here and quit wrestling with me?”

"Uh-uh," Sharon said, "I gotta see it in writing.”

For the first time, Lake smiled. "Just so happens I'm prepared for that," he said, reaching into his jacket. "This ain't the first time I've run into a situation like this. Here, this is a standard contract. We'll both sign it. Then maybe, for chrissake, you'll put out.”

Lake produced a piece of paper, a pen, and a penlight. Sharon approached him cautiously and read the paper. Then she grinned broadly and signed. Lake signed and handed her the contract, which she tucked away in her purse. She didn't try to avoid him now. He reached out and touched the great thrusting cones of her tits, and she just smiled.

"You satisfied now?" he grunted.

"Yes, Mr. Lake," she purred.

Lake hurriedly unbuttoned the top of her sequined dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her huge snowy breasts came tumbling out of their confinement, overflowing Lake's nervously pawing hands. He moaned and squeezed the big creamy jugs. Sharon's expression of feline satisfaction didn't change.

"Oh, man," Lake sighed, "you're gonna knock 'em dead in that act, baby. It don't matter if you can dance or not-all they'll see is your tits.”

"It happens I’m an excellent dancer, Mr. Lake," Sharon said haughtily.

"Yeah, yeah, Fm sure you are, honey," Lake wheezed. He wasn't interested in any more talk. He slipped the gown off her shoulders, and it wafted to the ground in a glittering sequined puddle. Sharon wore nothing at all underneath it.

"I thought we might come to an agreement tonight," she said, grinning, "and I didn't wanta waste any time.”

Lake didn't answer. He was gawking at her large triangular flaming red muff. So she was a real redhead. Lita almost gasped in admiration as she eyed Sharon's gorgeous tall body. She'd never seen a more spectacular figure. Lake was right-it didn't matter if this girl could dance or not. Who'd notice?

"It's kinda cold out here," Sharon said. "You wanta get with it, Mr. Lake?”

"Sure," Lake sighed. He unbuckled his belt, still gawking hungrily at her tall dancer's body with its red curly bush and enormous pointed breasts. There was a stone bench nearby, and Sharon went to it, leaning over and resting her palms on the seat. Her round firm butt was presented to Lake as he undressed.

He didn't take off all his clothes, just his trousers and shorts. With his big belly and small slim cock, he didn't appeal much to Lita. His skinny little pecker couldn't have been more than four inches long, and his rolls of pasty-white fat weren't appealing. Maybe that was why Sharon chose to turn her back on him and be balled from behind. Lita didn't blame her.

Lake's cock might be short and skinny, but it was plenty hard as he wheezed his way over to the stunning redhead. He was already moaning with excitement before he got to her. Lita had a good view of the whole thing-and a hot moist feeling of excitement in her crotch. It had been twenty-four hours since her first fuck, and she was more than ready to repeat the experience.

Well, soon she'd go look up Tony, but right now she wanted to watch this scene. Lake made it over to Sharon, grasping her firm hips to steady himself, and began poking his rigid little dick around in the deep red flesh of her slit. Sharon just stood there, submissive but unexcited, like a wax doll. Lita could see her face, and it had no expression whatsoever.

"Oh, Jesus, I been waiting for this," Lake panted. "Wanted you so bad… Where's your goddam cunt? Can't find the damned thing… ”

Quickly and efficiently Sharon reached around, seized Lake's stiff pale rod, and wedged the swollen purple head into the shadowy hidden mouth of her cunt. She took her hand away, and Lake squealed shrilly as he pushed into her. Sharon winced a little, but her blank expression didn't change.

"Awwwww, Christ," Lake whined, "you're so goddamn tight… Never expected that. The way you dancers fuck everything in pants, I thought you'd be loose.”

"Male chauvinist pig,” Sharon snapped, losing her composure.

"Huh?" said Lake. "Whaddya say?”

“I said, That I really dig, " Sharon replied quickly.

Lake chuckled. "Yeah, I bet you do," he said. "All you broads do. Nothing like a good stiff cock, huh, baby?”

Sharon didn't reply. As Lake whined and fucked her in short little jabs, she made a hideous face, then went blank again. She bent there and endured it, Lake's skinny short prick working fast and noisily in her tight little box, Lake whining and moaning like a rutting animal. Clearly the girl felt nothing but disgust.

"Awwwwww," Lake bawled, "awwww, baby, so fuckin' tight… Gettin' me so turned on… You dig it, honey? You dig this stiff meat?”

“Fantastic," Sharon said listlessly.

Lake's fat pale ass jiggled in the moonlight as he balled the girl faster and faster. His reaming cock made a lewd slurping noise in her tight little twat. At last he gave a shrill whine and came, his jetting come overflowing her little box and streaming down her long legs. Lake sighed and staggered backwards.