Norma Egan - The curious maid

"Your name's Michelle, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she said dismally. "Look, Mr. Rossi, I can save you a lot of time. I'm guilty. I did what your man said. I know you'll want me fired, so I'll just go turn in my uniform and-"

"Wait, wait, slow don," said Carlo. "Maybe I don't wanta handle it that way. I wanta talk to you first. Come over here and sit next to me."

Michelle did as she was asked, wondering what in the world he could want to talk about. She'd confessed and offered to quit her job already. She sat on the edge of the bed beside Carlo Rossi. He looked her over quickly, admiring her slim but curvy young body in the tight red shorts and t-shirt.

"Take off your shirt," he said.

"What?" Michelle said, gawking at him.

"You heard me," he said. "If you do as I say, maybe you won't get fired. Who knows?"

Michelle thought about it for a moment, then pulled her shirt off. What did she have to lose? She wanted desperately to keep her job, and if it would help to show Carlo Rossi her tits, then she'd show him her tits. He certainly looked pleased when he saw the plump fine globes with their pretty little pink nipples.

"Hey, nice," he murmured. He slipped his hands under her warm silky tits and gently caressed them. Michelle felt strange-repulsed yet excited. "Now tell me, Michelle," he said softly as he fondled her breasts, "how come you were spying on me and my lady friend?"

Michelle blushed and sighed. She might as well get the most embarrassing part over with. "I-I can't seem to help myself, Mr. Rossi," she said. "I know I shouldn't watch people when they're, uh, getting it on, but somehow I just can't resist."

Carlo studied her carefully. "It turns you on?" he said. "You get excited when you watch other people ball?"

Michelle nodded, her face flaming. "I'm afraid so, she said.

Carlo grinned. "Far out," he said. "I thought only guys were like that. I never heard of a girl Peeping Tom but is that all you like to do, just look? Don't you like to get in on the action, too?"

"Oh, yes," Michelle said, blushing. "Sure, I'm normal in that respect. I just like to watch, too, that's all."

Carlo chuckled to himself. "You're a weird chick," he said. "Well, I'll tell you what, honey. You can have your choice-either lose your job or ball me.

Michelle blushed hotly. Somehow those words were getting to sound very familiar. Only a few hours ago Ray Benton had said the same thing to her. Well, it was nobody's fault but her own. If only she could cure herself of the childish habit of spying on people. But right now she had to make a decision.

Did she want to fuck Carlo Rossi? In fact, no, she didn't. She didn't like the man, and she remembered how brutally he'd balled Nadine. But did she want to lose her job? No-she'd already sacrificed her virginity to keep it. And she'd rather fuck a man she didn't like than lose her job.

"All right, Mr. Rossi," she said, "you win."

"Good," he grinned. "Call me Carlo, okay? And take off the rest of your clothes."

While Michelle took off her shorts and panties, Carlo kicked back the coven and removed his robe. Up close, he seemed even more hairy and gorilla-like. Again Michelle felt both repulsed and aroused. Very soon she was going to be clasped close to that powerful hairy body. His cock would be in her, jerking savagely just as it had done with Nadine.

She blushed furiously as she lowered her panties and Carlo stared appreciatively at her pretty golden puff of mons curls. Her round pert tits jiggled enticingly as she climbed back into the bed. Carlo's cock was limp now, lying moist and soft on his thigh. He'd lost his hard-on when the bodyguard interrupted. But he hadn't been able to finish his fuck with Nadine, so Michelle knew he must be achingly horny.

"You're cooperating just fine so far, honey,"

Carlo told her. "You just keep doing what I say, and you'll keep your job,"

"Yes, sir," said Michelle. "I mean, Carlo."

He pinned. "Okay," he said briskly, "get me hard."

Michelle trembled. She had no idea how to get a man hard, but she could certainly guess. She'd have to start by touching his cock and maybe go a lot farther than that. But she had no choice. Her hands shook as she reached out and picked up his limp warm prick. She rested it on her palm and started stroking it gently.

"Hey, baby, that's little kid stuff," Carlo yawned. "Use your mouth, not your hands."

That was just what she'd been dreading. But again she didn't have a choice, not if she wanted to keep her job. Michelle got onto her knees and bent low over Carlo's hair-matted belly. She reminded herself that she'd loved sucking and tasting Ray Benton's cock. She did her best to overcome her dislike of Carlo Rossi.

"Go on, baby," he urged. "What's wrong, you never tasted cock before?"

He sounded impatient, so Michelle quickly curled her fingers around his soft sausage-like cock and raised it to her lips. Her small tongue darted out, pink and slick and shiny. She started to lick the head of his cock, running her wet tongue tip around and around the sensitive swollen head. She hoped that would do the job. She didn't want to take Carlo Rossi's cock into her mouth.

"Ummmm, yeah, that's better," Carlo sighed. "Help me get it up."

She tongued his swollen purple cock-head for all

she was worth, lashing and licking and rimming it furiously, making it gleam with her saliva. Carlo lay back with a grin on his face, clearly enjoying himself, but his cock didn't get hard. Michelle was just thinking that her tongue was going to wear out, when finally Carlo spoke to her.

"It's no go," he sighed. "We'll hafta try something else. Try sucking on it, honey-that never fails."

There it was the command she'd been dreading. She was going to have to suck Carlo Rossi's prick. Shuddering with disgust she wedged the fat head of his cock between her lips and began to suck on it gingerly. Actually it tasted just the same as Ray's cock, and she'd liked that-but it turned her off to be ordered around by a thug like Carlo.

"Hey, you can do better than that," he said impatiently. "Take more of it in your mouth."

Michelle sighed loudly. Well, all she could do was obey and get it over with. She stuffed more of his soft cock-meat into her mouth, till she'd taken half his length. Again she started to suck, and again Carlo looked dissatisfied. Christ, now what was she doing wrong?

"More," he growled. "I want that whole cock in your mouth."

Michelle thought she was going to gag, but she managed to control her feelings. She sucked in strongly and took all of his flaccid dick into her mouth, till his fuzzy balls were rubbing her chin. She could hardly breathe, but at least he couldn't say she was uncooperative. She sucked rhythmically on his limp rosy prick.

"Yeah, that's how I like it," he sighed. "You

just keep on sucking, honey. Get me hard."

Michelle dutifully sucked, gradually overcoming her repugnance. If she just thought about his cock and not about Carlo, it was really a turn-on. She loved sucking cock, tasting it, feeling the plump weight on her tongue, making the guy gasp with pleasure. She sucked faster and harder, hoping to arouse Carlo. With the increased speed and pressure, he gave a yelp of excitement.

"Hey, that's it," he cried, "yeah, that's how I want it. Oh, Christ, yeah, suck my dick, baby!"

Suddenly he went hard. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to prepare for it, and her mouth was stuffed with thick hard cock. The head of his prick swelled into a big knob and went plunging into her throat, almost choking her. Michelle gagged and coughed, and his erect cock went snapping from her mouth to hug his belly.

Carlo chuckled. "Took you by surprise, huh?" he said. "Well, let's take your mind off that. Come here. Sit over me."