Norma Egan - Peeping maid

Lita was getting very nervous. It didn't look like she was going to get a chance to kick him, to escape. She whimpered and squirmed, but Miles' superior weight kept her securely pinned down. He reached back and pulled her panties off over her feet.

"Let's just have a look at that little pussy," he said hoarsely.

"Oh, nooo," Lita whined.

He could move her around like she was a limp doll. To her horror he seized her legs, forcing them back till her bent knees touched her swollen tits, exposing her lewdly. He was gawking at her naked pussy, and there was nothing she could do about it. She blushed with shame.

Miles smacked his lips loudly, lewdly, "That looks real tasty," he chuckled, "real tasty… ”

Then suddenly he was diving for her crotch. Lita felt his hot sweaty face against her tender inner thighs, his fiery moist breath on her naked gash. She whined in terror-then suddenly gasped. A breathtaking jolt of pleasure ripped through her body as Miles’ big rough wet tongue began tickling back and forth over her crotch.

She lay absolutely still, realizing that a man was eating her pussy, going down on her, for the first time. In spite of her repulsion for the burly chauffeur, she felt hot excitement. All right, she would let him have his way for a few moments, just to see how it felt to have her pussy licked. She relaxed and let her legs fall open. She felt his tongue tickling the little wrinkle of her asshole, then lapping wetly over her swollen pussylips and onto the small hot button of her clit.

It felt so good, she could hardly suppress squeals of pleasure. Nothing in her life had felt so good as his lewd loud licking of her horny little snatch. She felt her cunt starting to cream, and she couldn't stop it. The hot sticky juice leaked out onto his flushed face, and she knew he could feel it, too.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," he panted, "dig it… I feel that cream… You just relax. Miles will make you want it… ”

She knew she didn't want to be fucked by him, but she certainly didn't mind him eating her pussy. She lay there in a gurgling daze of pleasure as his big expert tongue lapped and tickled from her tiny wrinkled asshole up to the sensitive little nub of her clit. He finally tickled down to the gushing mouth of her virgin cunt and started, to ease his tongue inside her.

"Ohhhhhhh," Lita moaned.

She couldn't help it. Wild hot pleasure melted her whole body as the chauffeur eased his big thick tongue slowly up her creamy tight box. She wanted the hot slippery organ all the way inside her, ached for it, but Miles had penetrated her only about an inch when he stopped and raised his head. His cream-soaked face was surprised.

"Christ," he said, "you ARE a virgin. I can feel it.”

"I told you so,” Lita said tearfully.

"Well, that's too bad," said Miles, "but I can take care of it. I can break right through that hymen, no matter how tough. Just look what I got to work with.”

Crouching above her, he unzipped his fly. Lita couldn't help gawking. She hadn't seen very many cocks in her life, and none until yesterday. She was still wildly curious about the male body. Miles gingerly drew out his prick and her dark eyes widened.

His cock was huge. She hadn't dreamed cocks could be that big. It was nine inches of enormously thick hard meat, almost as big around as her wrist. The shaft was wormy-pale with big blue veins standing out, and the head was huge and knobby and purple. To Lita's horrified eyes, that giant cock-head looked as big as her fist.

"Oh, noooo," she gasped, "NO… "

She couldn't take that monstrous cock in her tiny virgin cunt. It would split her in half. Terrified, she began to struggle, still unable to take her eyes off Miles’ gigantic thick prick. No way in the world could she get balled with that donkey dick and not feel horrible pain.

"Hey, steady," said Miles, trying to make his raspy voice soothing. "Sure, it's gonna hurt, baby, but it always hurts a girl the first time. After a few fucks, you'll be all broke in, and then you'll really dig a cock this big. Come on, now, relax… ”

"Relax?" Lita laughed bitterly. "Are you kidding? Let me go, Miles. You'll kill me with that thing. I'm telling you-let me go!”

Instead he forced his big hard knees between her legs and started prying her thighs open. Lita fought with all her strength to keep her legs closed to him, but it was a losing battle. The man had the power of an ox. Slowly, panting and grunting, he managed to get her legs open. He sank down between her thighs, moaning in his excitement. She felt the huge hard head of his cock ramming her tender pussy, seeking her cunt.

"No," she screamed, "Nooooooo… ”

Someone came running into the clearing. Miles’ big balding head snapped up, and he growled. Lita twisted her head and saw Tony Barton, Foster's son, standing there staring at them. He was wearing swim trunks, and next to Miles he looked thin and frail. But he was in good shape, hard and muscled, and Lita hoped he might be able to hold his own against the brutish chauffeur.

"Help me," she said, "oh, please… He's raping me.”

Tony scowled. "Get off her, Miles," he said. "If she was willing, I'd leave you alone-but the lady says no.”

Miles rose quickly, zipping his fly, his face red with fury. "Look, you rich brat," he snarled. "what I do after work is my own business. We'll fight it out, and then I'm gonna have this broad. Or you can save yourself some grief and just go away.”

Lita was worried. Tony Barton was a strong young man but just average in size. Miles was a giant. But Tony didn't look too concerned. As Miles approached him clenching his fists, Tony suddenly produced a gleaming switchblade. Miles stopped still, staring at it.

"This will make the contest a little more even," said Tony. "You can leave her along, Miles, or I can slit you right up the belly. Take your choice, I know how to use this thing.”

His voice was calm-and Miles was convinced.

"Fuck you,” he spat. "I'll get even for this someday, Barton.”

Tony laughed "Why don't you go into town and pick up a hooker, Miles?” he said. "That'd improve your disposition.”

Miles snarled and stalked off through the trees. Lita pulled down her skirt and buttoned the top of her dress, blushing hotly. She hoped Tony Barton hadn't-seen her nakedness. She sat up dizzily, and he came over and knelt beside her.

"Oh, thank God you showed up,” she said shakily. "Thank you so much, Mr. Barton.”

He grinned. "Call me Tony," he said. "Are you all right?”

"Yes, I think so," said Lita. "He hit me once, but it doesn't hurt now.”

She looked at Tony Barton and realized, with a rush of excitement, how really attractive he was. If any man were to introduce her to sex, she wanted it to be someone like him-young and clean and handsome. But he was the boss' son and probably didn't stoop to making it with the maid. Probably all those stories about the young master seducing the maidservants were just that, fiction.

"Quit looking at me like I was Superman," Tony laughed. "I'm no hero. As a matter of fact, I've been standing here for some time. That's how I had the knife. When it started to look rough, I ran back to the house and got it.”

Lita blushed hotly. "You-you watched?" she said.

"Yeah, it was kind of a turn-on," Tony said lazily, "especially when he went down on you and you started to dig it. But when I saw you really didn't want to ball him, I decided to break it up.”

Lita felt hot anger for a moment at the notion that he'd spied on them, watched her intimate moments-until she realized that she was just as guilty as he was. She, too, liked to spy. She lowered her eyes, sighed, and started to get to her feet.

"I better get back to the house," she said. "They may need me.”