Norma Egan - The curious maid

"Sure, Ray, I understand," Michelle said, her cheeks burning, "but don't worry-I won't do anything like that again.

"Christ, I hope not," he said. "That was really strange, seeing you watching Sommers and his chick while you jerked off. How come you did that, Michelle?"

Because it was fun, you idiot, Michelle thought. But she smiled sweetly and said, "I don't know, Ray. I guess I just got carried away, like I said."

"Well, honey, if you get horny, you come to me, he told her. "I can take care of that for you. Now run along."

Michelle went back up to the top floor of the hotel and continued her work. She really meant what she'd told Ray Benton, that she'd never again spy on the guests. It was too risky. Today it had almost cost her her job-and it had cost her her virginity.

Not, that she minded the last part. She still wished she could have lost it with Jay Sommers instead of Ray Benton, but she wasn't sorry not to be a virgin any more. She was over the hurdle, and now she knew how much fun fucking really was. She didn't have to hold out for marriage any longer.

But the spying just had to stop. Even Ray, who

was fairly liberal, had called her behavior weird. There could be terrible trouble if any of the guests caught her. Michelle told herself all this firmly as she entered Carlo Rossi's suite to do the cleaning.

She'd finished with the main bedroom and had moved on to Nadine's room when she heard people entering the suite. No problem-Nadine's room had its own door to the hallway. She could just step out that door-but suddenly she knew she wasn't going to. She was going to spy again.

Well, damn it, she just couldn't help it. It was so exciting, and she was full of curiosity about sex. Anyway, if Carlo and Nadine didn't know she was watching, it couldn't hurt them. Forgetting all her good resolutions, Michelle tiptoed over to the connecting door and peeked through the keyhole into the main bedroom.

Carlo and Nadine had apparently just returned from breakfast. Nadine was dressed in a bright red skin-tight pantsuit and Carlo was wearing a brown conservative suit and tie. Nadine didn't look happy. She was pacing the carpet, complaining about something. Carlo was lighting a cigar and trying to ignore her, but the tall black-haired girl wouldn't leave him alone.

"Please, Carlo," she was saying, "let's leave this dumb little place and go back to Los Angeles. I'm BORED."

"Get off my back," Carlo snarled. "If you're bored, go back to LA by yourself. This country air is good for people. We can swim, hike, ride horses, fish-hell, there's plenty to do."

"But it's all so boring," Nadine moaned.

"Oh, yeah?" Carlo said. "Well, I know one thing

we can do that ain't boring. At least I never noticed before that it bored you."

He walked over to her and kissed her savagely, bending her head back, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Nadine made a muffled protest and pushed at his shoulders, but even the big tall girl wasn't a match for Carlo's ape-like strength. As he kissed her, he ran his hands possessively over her body. At last he broke the kiss with a laugh.

"Get your clothes off," he said, starting to remove his tie. "I'll see that you're not bored for the next half our or so."

"Even THAT's getting boring," said Nadine. "It seems like it's all we ever do any more-fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Oh, Christ, I just can't please you, can I?" Carlo said disgustedly. "Well, I give up. I just wanta get laid, baby, whether it bores you or not-so get on over to that bed. Get your clothes off, unless you want me to tear them off."

"Animal," Nadine snapped.

Nevertheless she started to undress, not wanting Carlo to tear her expensive clothing. Again Michelle admired the girl's incredible body. Nadine was like a gorgeous giantess, with everything bigger than life size. Her great watermelon-shaped tits stuck straight out as-she removed her bra, and Carlo ogled them hungrily.

"Yeah, that's more like it," he said with a grin.

"I still wanta go back to L.A.," said Nadine.

"Shut up," Said Carlo, ending the discussion.

Michelle wondered how it would be to go to bed with such a brutal unfeeling man, how it would be to fuck somebody you didn't even like. She found

it hard to imagine. She was so turned on to the idea of balling that she couldn't imagine not feeling hot for a man. But clearly Nadine wasn't pleased about being ordered to fuck Carlo.

The girl undressed slowly and sullenly, stopping often to brush her long thick black hair out of her eyes. Carlo stripped in a matter of seconds and lay on the bed watching her. Michelle didn't know which impressed her most, the thick mat of black hair which seemed to cover most of his body, or his stiff hard-on.

His cock hugged his belly, fat and pale and swollen, capped with a big bulbous purple head that was drooling little bubbles of juice. He licked his lips as he watched Nadine, and when she was finally naked his eyes focused hotly on her large triangular black bush. His cock leaked more sticky juice as she approached the bed.

"I'm telling you, Carlo," she said peevishly, "if you don't find more for me to do around here, I'm going back to L.A."

"Oh, Jesus, you still harping on that?" he said. "Give it a rest, baby, will you? I don't want to hear how bored you are when I'm balling you. Now just lie down here and be a good girl."

He seized her wrist and tugged her down onto the bed. She crashed heavily beside him, on her back. Carlo didn't waste any time getting down to business. He used his knees to force her long legs apart, and he scrambled eagerly between her thighs. Michelle watched him poke the fat engorged head of his prick into Nadine's small moist cunt mouth. He pushed, and his cock glided into her.

"Yeah, yeah," Carlo sighed. "You're so hot in there baby."

Nadine just stared at the ceiling, not at all turned on. Carlo's tight-muscled ass bounced up and down as he fucked her, and Michelle watched avidly as his prick zipped in and out of Nadine's stretched pink pussy lips. Michelle wished she were getting balled, too, now that she knew how much fun it was.

"What the hell you think you're doing?"

The voice came from right behind her, and Michelle gasped and whirled around to see a big powerful man. She recognized him as one of Carlo's bodyguards. She turned beet red. Oh, God, she should have kept her vow and never spied again. Now she was really in trouble.

The big man glanced over her head and saw what she'd been watching-Carlo busily humping Nadine. He growled and seized her by the shoulder. He knocked at the connecting door but didn't look into the room, politely averting his eyes.

"Yeah, what is it?" Carlo said.

"We got trouble, boss," said the bodyguard. "I caught somebody spying on you just now-one of the maids."

"Oh, shit," said Carlo. "Just a second." There was the sound of bedsprings and rustling clothes. "Okay, bring her in"

The bodyguard steered Michelle into the main room. Nadine brushed past her and into her own room and closed the door. She looked relieved to have gotten away from Carlo. Michelle wished she, too, could escape. She was going to lose her job for sure. Carlo Rossi looked furious.

He was sitting up in bed wearing a blue satin robe and chewing on a cigar. He glared at Michelle, then spoke to the bodyguard. "Okay, now what's all this about? You say she was spying?"

"Yeah," the guard replied. "I come in through Miss Nadine's room, and here was this chick watching you through a 'little crack in the door. Watching you and Miss Nadine, uh-"

"Yeah, I get the picture. Okay, Eddie, leave her here. You can wait outside," Carlo said.

Michelle was glad to have those giant fingers off her shoulder, but she didn't look forward to facing Carlo. He was a rich and powerful man. Certainly he'd have her fired, but he might have other punishments in mind, too.