Norma Egan - Peeping maid

"Well, hello there, little lady," said Miles.

Lita whirled around, startled. She'd been so absorbed in her angry thoughts, she hadn't seen the powerful balding chauffeur coming out of his cabin. He had a pint of whiskey in his big paw and was obviously feeling the effects of it. He leered at her.

"Having my own little party," he said. "Join me?”

"Why not?" Lita said gloomily. "I don't seem to be good enough for the people at the main party.”

"Buncha rich shitheads," Miles proclaimed. "Fuck 'em.”

Privately Lita was inclined to agree. She followed Miles into his cabin and let him fix her a drink. The cabin had one large main room and a kitchenette. Lita began to feel uneasy when she saw the large double bed in the corner. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come in here alone with Miles.

"There you go," he said, handing her a glass. He took the chair next to hers and looked at her intently. "Still mad at me about yesterday?”

"Yes," Lita said frankly. "I don't like to be forced. I like to choose my men.”

"Well, what would it take to get you to choose me?" said Miles. "I didn't wanta force you, baby, but I got such a letch for you, I can’t control it. And you gotta learn to fuck sometime, right? Why not let me teach you? I've had plenty of experience.”

Lita didn't know what to say. She knew it would be unwise to anger Miles by telling him she found him ugly and brutish. She swallowed her drink quickly and rose to leave.

"Hey," he said, "you hardly got here. I thought we could talk this thing over.”

"There's nothing to talk about, Miles," she said. "You're just not my type.”

She started for the door, but Miles, moving with amazing speed for so big a man, got there first. His huge powerful body blocked the doorway. Lita stood still, in a panic. She couldn't fight this gorilla. He could flatten her with one blow. And it looked as if words wouldn't do any good, either.

"Please, Miles," she said, "I just don't want to fuck you, that's all.”

Miles said nothing. He just stood there and looked at her, his eyes running quickly and hungrily up and down her curvy little body. Then suddenly he lunged for her. Lita screamed and tried to dodge him, but with his long reach he caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. He clamped his mouth down on hers, kissing her urgently, digging his tongue deep into her throat. Lita didn't like it at all. She pulled her head away in disgust.

"Why?" he said hoarsely. "Why do I turn you off? I’m no beauty, I know that, but I'm damned good in the sack, baby, believe me. Just let me show you… ”

"No, Miles," she said, pushing helplessly against his broad hard chest, "Please let me go.”

“No," he said. "No, not this time… "

He began to tug at her clothes, trying to tear them off, and Lita said in alarm, "Don't tear my uniform-I can't afford another.”

"I damn well will tear it, if you don't take it off," Miles said. "You got one minute to get naked, baby.”

He released her and went back to blocking the door. Lita knew that if she didn't remove her uniform, he'd tear it off, so she started to undress, sobbing quietly. Damn it, why had she been so stupid as to be alone with Miles? Yesterday should have taught her something. He'd do anything to have her even rape her.

"Yeah, yeah, take it off," Miles said huskily. "Now you're being smart.”

He watched intently as Lita stripped. She hated to do it in front of him, knowing it would only inflame his lust for her, but she knew it would come to this anyhow. There was no way she could escape this man. Tony wasn't going to save her this time.

"Nice," Miles said, licking his lips, "real nice. You're just my type, doll, small but stacked.”

Lita removed her bra, and Miles gawked excitedly at her big cone-shaped thrusting breasts. The creamy globes wobbled enticingly from their confinement but did not sag. They pointed straight ahead, dotted with light brown nipples. Lita saw his hungry stare and blushed.

"The panties," he said breathlessly. "Hurry up and take off your panties.”

It was the last shred of clothing she had left, and she blushed hotly as she lowered the garment. Miles’ feverishly lusty eyes went to her crotch, focusing on her wide silky black bush. Again he licked his lips. She saw the crotch of his pants suddenly balloon.

"Get on the bed baby," he said, reaching for his belt buckle.

"Nooo," Lita whined.

She knew it was irrational, that this brute would overpower her sooner or later, but she couldn't just meekly obey. Pride demanded that she resist him to her last ounce of strength. He came lunging at her again, and she ran, screaming, her big milky-white tits flopping heavily.

"No, no, I don't want to fuck you, Miles," she wept.

"Too damned bad," he panted. "I'm gonna have you even if I have to knock you cold.”

He wasn't kidding. Soon he caught up with her, and when he did, he lifted her effortlessly and threw her onto the bed. She landed so hard, the breath was knocked out of her, and she felt dizzy. By the time she recovered, Miles was standing beside the bed stark naked.

Lita couldn't help gawking at his exaggeratedly masculine body. He was taller, wider, more muscular than most men, with biceps the size of grapefruit. His chest was hairier, too, a dense crisp mat of auburn curls. But what frightened her most was the enormous size of his erect cock, nine brutal inches of thick hard pale dick. The swollen purple head seemed as big as her fist.

"You're not getting away this time, doll," he said, "so why don't you just relax and enjoy it?”

Enjoy? How could she enjoy having her body split in half with that elephant dong? She knew her tiny narrow recently-virgin cunt just couldn't accommodate that monster. She went pale with fear and started crawling to the far side of the bed, against the wall. Miles grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry, baby," he said, “I ain't gonna just stuck it in you. I know you're a virgin. I’ll get you ready first.”

So Miles thought she was still a virgin? That might be to her advantage. She played the role, pale and trembling and sobbing, as he eased her pretty round little butt to the edge of the bed. He hoisted her slim legs up over his shoulders and knelt between them, ogling the lewdly exposed red flesh of her slit.

"Don't fuck meee," she whimpered.

"Not yet," he said. "I’ll get you wet and hot, baby, and then you'll want it. You just relax. I know what you like.”

He did, too. Lita watched his balding head dip down into her crotch, and she felt a jolt of horny anticipation, in spite of her fear and revulsion for the man. She didn't want to take his enormous menacing cock inside her body, but she sure as hell didn't mind if he went down on her. Already she loved having her pussy eaten.

Miles rubbed his flushed face in her lush glossy black bush, breathing in the sweet scents of soap cologne, and girl-juice. He rubbed lower, into the pulpy red crease between her muff-lips, forcing the lips open, exposing her tiny scarlet clit. His tongue tickled out and rimmed the moist little bud-and Lita felt her belly melting with instant pleasure.

"Oooooo," she moaned.

Miles chuckled. "Yeah, I know what you like," he said. "You just relax and dig it, baby, and I’ll eat your whole pussy.”

Lita, in spite of her fear, did just that. She relaxed and let her thighs fall open to him. Later he would do something awful and painful, but for now she could enjoy. It would be foolish not to enjoy some part of this rape. It was going to happen, no matter what she did, so she might as well get what pleasure she could.

Miles' thick wet tongue tickled around and around her tiny tender clit, sending violent jolts of pleasure through her belly. Damn, it felt soooo nice… Lita gurgled lustily and started to cream onto his flushed face. Miles felt it and licked her little joy button all the faster, till she was panting.