Norma Egan - Peeping maid

Lita hadn't noticed Tony Barton among the crowd outdoors, hadn't recognized his voice from behind any of those bushes. She reached the house and slipped inside, making her way quickly through the ground floor. No one paid any attention to her in her maid's uniform. She was just another piece of furniture to them. One drunk old fellow tried to pinch her ass, but she was far too quick for him.

The rooms were crowded with noisy drunken guests, but she didn't see Tony anywhere. She went to the second floor, using the servants' stairs. As she'd expected, all the bedroom doors were closed, and when she pressed her ear against them she could hear the now-familiar sounds of love-making. This wasn't a party, it was a goddamned orgy!

She'd almost given up on finding Tony when she noticed a glass door at the end of the second-floor hall, leading out onto a small balcony. It was the only place in the house she hadn't checked. She crept quietly down the dark hall and peered through the slightly open glass door, out onto the moonlit balcony.

Tony was there, all right, but he wasn't alone.

He leaned against the railing, talking to a very young slim girl with short black curly hair. They were both sipping drinks, chatting away smartly, and looking perfectly calm and correct-except that Tony had the girl's dress open in front and was playing with her tits. He idly fondled and cupped the small pointed breasts, occasionally tweaking her little brown nipples. Lita stopped still, feeling a rush of anger and envy.

Why, that girl's tits were no bigger than lemons, little-girl boobs easily covered by Tony's caressing hands. The girl was skinny, dammit, with little narrow hips like a boy. Even her legs were skinny, extending long and coltish from her short miniskirt. What did Tony want with her when he could have Lita's lush ripe body?

"Well, I guess you know what you're doing, Danielle," Tony was saying, "but it doesn't sound like much fun. The guy's old enough to be your grandfather. It won't be much of a trip being married to him.”

"His money will be a trip," Danielle said coolly. "He's wild about me, buys me everything. I'm getting a silver Jag for my wedding present. Anyhow, Tony, you can't expect me to wait around for you. You're obviously not the marrying kind.”

"You better believe it," Tony grinned. "But I'll miss you, baby. We had some good times. I won't see much of you when you move to France.”

Danielle sighed softly. "Yes, I'll miss fucking you, Tony," she said. "The poor old Baron can't even get it up, at least not long enough to do me any good. But I’ll find some young studs to amuse me. I certainly don't intend to stay faithful to the old goat.”

"Of course not, darling," Tony chuckled, "that would be so old-fashioned." He set his drink down on the railing and moved to embrace her. They kissed, using their tongues deeply. When they drew apart Tony said, "How about one for the road, baby? A goodbye fuck… ”

Danielle laughed. "I'd like that," she said. "Make it a good one, Tony. It can be your wedding present to me.”

"Don't I always make it good?" Tony grinned.

Lita, watching from the crack in the door just a few feet away, seethed with jealousy. Dammit, she wanted Tony's cock for herself tonight. She was achingly horny after watching all those other couples. She wanted to seize Danielle by her short curly hair and fling her right over the balcony. But there was nothing she could do, not if she wanted to keep her job.

"Oh, look," said Danielle, glancing down from the balcony to the brightly lit patio, "there's the Baron now. Looking for me, no doubt.”

"He sees us," said Tony. "Better wave and smile, dearie, and try to look innocent.”

Danielle waved gaily to a skinny old man with a white mustache. "Armand, darling," she called, "I'm up here. I'll be down in awhile. Are you having a nice time?”

The Barton started saying something to her in a thick French accent. Danielle leaned on the railing, smiling and listening to him. Tony came up behind her and lifted her skirt to her waist. He pulled down her panties and let them drop to her ankles. Her tiny bare ass was round and pale. She parted her legs slightly, and Tony unzipped his pants.

"Really, Armand, darling?" she said, nodding. "How interesting. Tell me more.”

Tony let his pants and shorts drop down, and Lita almost moaned with lust as she saw his muscular ass and hugely erect cock. He dropped to his knees behind Danielle. He couldn't be seen from the patio where the Baron was standing, but he was still tall enough to ease his stiff pale prick into Danielle's crotch.

Lita's dark eyes widened in amazement. It seemed crazy, but Tony was about to fuck the girl while she stood there talking to her rich fiancй. My God, would Danielle be able to keep her cool with THAT going on? Personally Lita would have been panting and moaning. But Danielle just leaned against the rail with an innocent expression and parted her long legs slightly. Lita could see her narrow red slit. It was bright with pussy juice.

"Really, Armand?" Danielle said calmly as Tony thrust his big stiff rod between her thighs. "Then what did you do?”

Armand was jabbering on about some business transaction, most of his words unintelligible because of his accent. Tony wedged the fat purple head of his cock into Danielle's tiny wet cunt mouth and started pushing into her. Her leg muscles tensed a little, but that was the only sign she gave that she was being fucked. She nodded at Armand and smiled.

Tony began working his long pale dick in and out of the girl's small juicy box. Armand babbled, Danielle smiled. Lita swayed in the doorway, shocked and envious. The whole scene was a bit too rich for her blood. She just wanted to fuck. She saw no reason to make it into a dirty sadistic game like this. The trouble was, she wanted Tony, and Tony was already fully occupied.

"Armand, daring, how brilliant," Danielle cooed. Her voice was starting to take on a husky tone, and Lita noticed bright streams of cunt juice dribbling down her long legs. Tony was fucking her faster now, his pale thick rod zipping in and out of her tiny nipping hole. Her butt muscles clenched and unclenched as she sought his friction. But her face didn't betray a thing…

"What did you say, dear?" she called to Armand. "Oh, yes, I understand. Go on, tell me more…”

Armand ranted on and on about his financial brilliance, flattered by the rapt attention of his young bride-to-be. Danielle appeared to listen raptly. Her little butt twitched faster and faster as Tony increased the speed and force of his fucking. Suddenly her slim body tensed, then shuddered. She clawed the railing. A flood of steamy cunt juice flowed down her legs. It was the only sign she gave that she was having an orgasm.

Armand babbled on…

Lita whirled away from the window and hurried off down the hall, unable to watch any longer. Not only was she disgusted with the mean trick they were pulling on that poor old man, she was almost sick with envy of Danielle. She'd counted so much on balling Tony again, and she needed it desperately. She was actually whimpering with need.

She decided to go outside and cool off. There was one part of the grounds where no guests came, the utility area which contained the eight-car garage and the small cabin where Miles the chauffeur lived. She strolled into that area, still sighing and whimpering. Her poor pussy felt like it was on fire with need, and helpless cunt cream soaked her panties.

Damn, damn it all, why couldn't she have Tony? She'd been sure he'd want her again, search her out, but apparently he was more excited by skinny little bitches with money. Lita stalked angrily along, muttering Spanish curses under her breath against Danielle. A girl with tits no bigger than lemons, a girl scrawny and bony like a boy-that fool Tony didn't know what he was missing…