Norma Egan - Peeping maid

Foster eyed her coldly. "Just exactly what was it you saw, my dear?" he said.

Lita blushed hotly and couldn't answer, but Tony said, "Trish and I were getting it on. Then Carol busted in and said Trish was hogging the men in the house.”

"I see," said Foster. "If that got out, it could be very serious.”

"Please," Lita said anxiously, "I'll never tell anyone, I swear.”

For the first time since catching her, Foster smiled, but it was an icy smile. "Oh, I'm sure you won't tell anyone, my dear," he said, "because I have the power to make you very sorry. No matter where you were, I'd find you and spoil that pretty face. Do you understand?”

Lita nodded vigorously. "Oh, yes, sir," she said. "I understand fine. I'll just pack my things and leave right away.”

She started for the door, but Foster seized her wrist again. "Just one moment, Lita," he said. "We're not finished with you yet. Before you leave, you're going to be punished." He glanced at his son and said in a peculiar voice, "Don't you think she ought to be punished, Tony?”

With a strange glint in his eye, half sadistic and half excited, Tony answered, "Yes, Dad, I agree. She definitely ought to be punished.”

Trish giggled. "Can Carol and I watch?” she said.

"Certainly," said Foster, who way smiling more and more now. "And you can help us get her undressed.”

Undressed? Lita didn't like the sound of that at all. She gave a yelp and started again for the door, but suddenly they were all over her, the whole Barton family, throwing her to the floor and pulling at her clothes. She was no match for four people. She wept and struggled, but in a very short time they had stripped her naked.

They stood around her in a tight circle, staring down at her, and Lita tried desperately to cover herself, but her small hands could not obscure her wide black triangle of mons fur or her big wobbling breasts. She'd never felt so vulnerable and humiliated in her life.

"Kind of a vulgar figure, don't you think, Carol?" said Trish.

"Yes," said Carol. "Breasts and hips too big, definitely. It's all so obvious." The two women sneered at her and made catty remarks. They were clearly jealous of her lush curvy body.

"None of that, you two,” Foster said. "If you're going to stay and watch, keep quiet.” Carol and Trish retreated and sat on the edge of the bed. Foster and Tony started taking their clothes off.

"She looks like a great little piece of ass," Foster said. "You have her yet, son?”

"Just once," Tony said, "but believe it or not, she was a virgin. Nice tight little cunt. Loves to fuck, too.”

Lita closed her eyes and wept. She felt like meat on a rack, an object instead of a person. She understood now what her "punishment” was going to be. Foster Barton and his son would use her body until they tired of her. Then she'd be thrown out of the house without a recommendation, without a hope of getting another job. What was she going to do? She had no money, no friends…

But those were future worries. Right now she'd have to endure the terrible humiliation of servicing both father and son, while the women watched, like she was some animal on exhibition. Suddenly she hated these people. Just because they were rich and influential, they could treat her like she was less than human.

Foster and Tony had stripped. Tony's thick young cock was still hard from his excitement with Trish. He hadn't been able to come before Carol's interruption. Foster's thin pale prick was limp, flopping lazily before him as he moved. Both men eyed Lita hungrily.

"Well, how shall we begin?" Foster said, rubbing his hands together.

"She could get you hard, Dad,” Tony said, grinning.

"Excellent idea," said Foster.

Lita felt a wave of nausea. She didn't want to suck Foster Barton's skinny ugly blue-veined dick-yet that was obviously what he had in mind. He stared hungrily at her full red mouth, then straddled her, resting his bony butt lightly on her big swelling jugs. His limp worm-like cock grazed her lips.

Lita moaned and shook her head violently. "Oh, nooo,” she cried, "anything but that, please… ”

"What's your problem, cunt?" Carol Barton snapped. "You think you're too good to suck my husband's dick? That's a laugh.”

"Maybe she's never sucked cock before," Trish giggled. "I mean Tony said she was a virgin. She could just be that dumb.”

"Oh, she knows what he wants, all right," Tony said. "Look at her face.”

As Foster maliciously trailed his soft floppy cock back and forth over her lips, Lita screwed her pretty face up in disgust. She wanted to gag. She hadn't minded blowing Miles, In fact she'd enjoyed it, because she was hot for him. But she wasn't hot for this skinny old man with his repulsive worm-like dick.

Foster was getting impatient. "Open up," he said, "unless you want another kind of punishment. I can send Tony for a knife, and we'll redecorate your face.”

Lita quickly opened her mouth. The others laughed evilly as Foster seized his floppy little prick and stuffed it between her lips. Lita conquered the urge to puke. She knew that if she was going to come out of this with her face unscarred, she'd better do exactly what they wanted.

"Now suck it," Foster commanded. "Get me hard-and if you bite, I'll kill you.”

Lita was sure he meant it. A girl like her, poor and unknown and half Mexican, was just a piece of shit to a man like Foster Barton. Her life had no value in his eyes. She began to suck, trying to do the best job she could, hoping to end her torment soon. The soft limp little cock throbbed on her tongue.

"Ahhhh, yes, that's good," Foster sighed.

Lita blushed deeply but never faltered into her swift hard sucking. She could have died of shame, with all of them watching her, sneering at her. It was no time for pride, though. She must simply obey orders, gratify their lusts no matter how long it took, and then get away from this place…

"I suppose you two are going to spend the afternoon balling that little slut," Carol said enviously.

"I can't think of anything more interesting to do," Foster chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear-she'll be gone in a few hours, and next time you can hire an ugly maid.”

Carol sighed. "It looks like WE won't get any attention today," she said to Trish. "Why don't you go get my little toy?”

Trish brightened. "Hey, good idea," she said, leaping off the bed and running out of the room.

Lita was vaguely curious about what Carol and Trish were up to, but mostly she was just trying not to gag on Foster's ugly limp dick. If was starting to grow now, twitching and swelling on her tongue as she sucked. It got fat and hard and hot, stuffing her mouth uncomfortably, stretching her lips. She prayed he'd take it out before it choked her.

"Ahhhhhh," Foster sighed, "excellent, my dear… You suck cock very well… ”

Trish came back into the room carrying something. Lita's eyes widened as she recognized it-an enormous white rubber dildo. She'd heard of such things. The girls at the convent were always trying to get one. But she'd never actually seen one. It was a good nine inches long, very thick, and shaped exactly like a cock.

Trish handed the dildo to her stepmother and stretched out on the bed with a horny little sigh. "Could I please be first, Carol?" she said. "I didn't get to come with Tony, and I’m sooo horny… ”

Carol chuckled, "Oh, yes, sorry about that," she said. "I guess I owe you. Okay, you can be first.”

Trish drew her knees up and wide apart, fully exposing her dainty pink slit. Carol gripped the huge white dildo firmly and wedged the knobby head into her stepdaughter's little moist cunt mouth. Slowly she eased the monstrous phallus into Irish's nipping little twat, and Trish gave a sustained cry of excitement.