Norma Egan: Peeping maid

The Barton’s back yard was more like a private forest. Lita walked among the trees, stretching her cramped muscles, wondering just how rich Foster Barton was. He must have millions of bucks, she thought, to afford a place like this. There was even a tennis court and a private golf course.

Suddenly she found her path blocked by the huge-shouldered figure of Miles the chauffeur.

"Well, good evening, little lady," he said, leering, at her. "You finally got out of the house, I see.”

"I was just on my way back," Lita said quickly. "I have work to do.”

"It can wait," said Miles. He didn't get out of her way. "Let's you and me take a little walk into those trees over there.”

Lita felt panic and anger.-She knew what Miles wanted-his small eyes were rooted to her big ripe thrusting breasts. But it wasn't what she wanted, at least not with this man. Though lust plagued her much of her waking moments and sometimes even in her dreams, the powerful chauffeur was not the man she wanted to satisfy it with.

"I've got to get back, Miles,” she said, turning and starting back the way she'd come.

She heard a low growl, and then Miles was coming after her, taking big strides, breathing hard. Lita stepped up her pace, but not in time. She felt his huge hand closing around her wrist, and then he spun her around to face him. He was so close, she could feel the radiating heat of his huge body.

"I'm through pussyfooting around with you, baby," he said. "The moment I met you, I wanted to ball you. I'm not gonna wait any longer.” Lita screamed, but she was so far from the house, she doubted anyone could have heard her. Miles gathered her effortlessly into his arms and carried her into the nearest grove, of trees. Lita wept and kicked and clawed, but it was a fruitless effort. The man was so much bigger than her, so much stronger.

"Please," she said, "I'm a virgin."

Miles laughed harshly. "Don't give me that bullshit," he said. "I know you Mex women start gettin' it on when you're just little kids. I ain't gonna do anything to you that hasn't been done before.”

Lita fought down her rage. She'd been accused all her life of being a loose woman, just because of her ancestry. No one would believe she was really a virgin. But she was, and she was terrified of losing it to this brute animal. As Miles set her down on the soft grass, she kicked him hard in the knee and started to run.

"Come back here, you little bitch," Miles bellowed.

She didn't get far. He had only to extend one long powerful arm and seize her by the ankle. Lita went sprawling onto her face, her short skirt flying up over her panties. Miles' breathing was very loud now. As she struggled desperately to pull her ankle from his hard grip, she could hear him crawling up behind her.

"I don't understand you," he panted. "You must be really hot for it, after all those years in the convent. I could give you a real good time, baby. Come on, knock off the act. Be nice to Miles.”

"I'd rather fuck a pig," Lita sobbed.

She couldn't jerk her ankle loose from his grip. She felt his hot moist breath as he stared at the small rounds of her pretty little ass. Then his big sweaty hand was on her, tugging at her panties. She wailed in terror and tried to crawl away, but it only assisted him as he pulled her panties down to her knees.

"Oh, Jesus," he said, "you got a beautiful gash, baby. Everything about you is beautiful.”

Lita blushed hotly. She knew he was staring at her naked pussy, and there was nothing she could do to cover herself. No man had ever looked at her there before. My God, she could feel him breathing right on her exposed slit.

Miles found himself paralyzed for a moment with lust and admiration. Maybe the chick was a virgin, after all. He'd never seen such a dainty little pussy. It was just a thin scarlet line of delicately moist flesh, with a fringe of glossy black curls. Her cunt mouth was so tiny, he could hardly make it out. But virgin or not, he wanted her. He'd been wanting her for days.

Lita heard him unzipping his fly, and that noise gave her the strength and courage to try one more escape. She jerked violently and managed to wrench her ankle out of his pig paw. She started to get to her feet, and then Miles hit her a glancing blow on the head. She was stunned for a moment, rolling over onto her back. When her vision cleared, Miles was crouching over her, his hot breath fanning her face.

"Oh, baby," he said mournfully, "why don't you cooperate? You're such a little lady, I don't wanta hurt you. It's just a simple little fuck, that's all. You'll dig it.”

"No, I won't," Lita said hotly, "not with you. You better let me go, Miles, or I'll tell Mr. Barton.”

“No, you won't," Miles said, his voice husky and crooning, "not after I ball you, baby. You'll like it so much, you'll be begging for more. You just relax and let me show you… ”

He sat on her belly, just hard enough to pin her down, and with his big callused hands he started to unbutton the front of her dress. Lita sobbed and begged him to let her go, but his big brute face was intent on her thrusting tits, closed to all her pleas. He got her dress open and reached around her to unhook her bra.

"I been wondering if those gorgeous jugs are for real," he said. "Now I'm gonna find out.”

Lita didn't know what else to say. Words didn't move him. All she could do was wait for the right moment to escape. She might have to kick him in the balls, which she hated to do to any man, but if necessary she'd do it to save herself from this animal. She lay back limp, shuddering as he drew off her bra.

"Holy Christ," he whispered.

Lita's breasts, free of the bra, stood straight up even when she lay on her back. They were large breasts for such a small woman, each one big enough to fill Miles' enormous hands. Her light brown nipples were large, too, cone-shaped and silky soft. Miles moaned longingly as he started to fondle her tits. Lita prepared herself for pain, but he was surprisingly tender.

"You got the most beautiful tits I ever saw," Miles told her, "and I've seen quite a few in my time.”

His huge sweaty hands closed over her tender ripe tits, and Lita gasped. No man had ever seen her breasts before, no man had touched them, and she was astonished at how good it felt. His eager fondling set off nerve endings that seemed to reach right to her pussy. As he gently but hungrily squeezed her soft breasts, she felt her cunt getting warm and moist.

In spite of her loathing for the man, she felt her nipples quickly going erect and rigid against his palms, stimulated by his exciting touch. Yes, it was very pleasant to have a man play with her tits-but she wished it was someone else besides Miles. She wanted a handsome young guy, not this balding brute.

"Please let me go," she whined, "please… I don't want to do it with you, Miles. I want to save it for when I marry.”

That was a lie, but she hoped it would work.

Miles looked guilty for just a moment, then grinned cynically.

"Sorry, honey," he said, "but I just can't stand to let you go. Blame your employers. There's all this great pussy around here-Mrs. Barton and that brat Irish-and they won't even give me the time of day. I get all worked up, you know? I can't help myself. I gotta have it… ”

He was through playing with her breasts. They were swollen up now from his touch, the nipples erect and saucy, but Miles was interested in other parts of her curvy little body. He moved downward, sitting on her legs, and pushed her skirt up. With her panties down around her ankles, she was exposed to him, forced to endure his horny leer as he saw her lush black pubic triangle.

He ran his hand over her silky muff. "Nice little bush," he said, "and I bet there's even nicer stuff behind it.”