Norma Egan - The curious maid

"Ohhhhh, yeah, yeah," she whimpered, "fuck me, Jay."

"Fuck-you?" Kristi said, puzzled.

She twisted her head to see what was going on, and then she laughed. "Jay, you devil," she giggled, "you DID find a way to take care of us both at once.

He had, all right. While his long thick tongue probed and reamed Kristi's steamy little twat, his rock-hard prick worked busily in Michelle's gripping tight cunt. Both girls were quickly carried away on a tide of dizzy pleasure, moaning and squealing.

Obeying their instincts, Kristi and Michelle threw back their heads and closed their eyes. They wanted to concentrate solely on the delicious sensations radiating from their cunts as Jay's cock and tongue continued to jerk busily. Jay had his eyes closed, too, since all he could see in his position was Kristi's bush. None of the three lovers noticed that a fourth person was approaching the clearing.

That fourth person, a man, stared at the lovers for a moment, then quickly ducked behind a tree

to spy in safety.

"Ohhhhh, Jesus, Jay, just a little more," Kristi wailed, grinding her thirsty pussy down on his wriggling tongue. I'm gonna come soon. Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh!"

Michelle, too, was working her cunt furiously around the delicious impalement. Jay's cock felt great in her tight little box, and he knew how to use it, too, jerking it hard and fast and deep in a way that excited her powerfully. Soon her body was out of control, grinding and writhing, as she approached climax. Like Kristi she began to howl.

"Yes, yes, ball me, fuck me," Michelle cried mindlessly, "don't stop. Ahhhhhh, yes, I'm coming. AHHHHHH!"

Jay suddenly had two writhing shrieking girls above him, two hot cunts gripping and contracting around his tongue and cock. He gave the girls time to come, and then he moaned and shot his load up Michelle's hot little twat. He wished he could have gone on, but he simply couldn't hold but a second longer.

"Out of sight," he sighed as the two satisfied girls climbed off him. "Michelle, honey, you come around tomorrow morning and I'll have a tip for you-and you and I and Kristi can have some more fun. Right now we'd better get back to the hotel and change for dinner."

"I won't walk with you," Michelle said. "It might look odd. I'll wait here for a few minutes."

Kristi and Jay put on their clothes and left. Michelle stretched out on the soft mossy ground and sighed luxuriously. Her cunt felt so nicely bruised and fulfilled, and tomorrow she'd, be

balling Jay again.

Her smile faded when she opened her eyes and saw Ray Benton standing over her. She gasped and reached for her clothes, but he kicked the crumpled garments out of the way.

"Don't bother to get dressed, baby," he said. "We've got a score to settle."

Here we go again, thought Michelle. It was the second time that day that Ray Benton had caught her up to same mischief. Certainly she hadn't been hired to join the guests in orgies or to spy on them when they made love. Benton had good reason to be angry. Michelle looked sheepish as she spoke.

"I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Benton," she said. "I

know I shouldn't have been doing that, but they did invite me, really."

"I don't care if they sent an engraved invitation," Benton answered. "This hotel has a reputation to keep up, and YOU aren't helping it, Michelle. Jesus Christ, honey, I didn't say you had to stop having fun, I just said to be careful. And here I find you balling Sommers right out in the open. I'm sorry, but it'd be too risky for me to keep you on in this job."

Michelle's face fell, and she struggled not to cry. "Oh, please, Mr. Benton," she begged, "give me one more chance. I promise to be careful. I won't let anyone see what I do."

He sighed deeply. "Sorry, honey," he said, "but I just can't take the chance. You already promised me once that you'd stay out of trouble, and look what happened. Imagine how it'd be if a newspaper got hold of this. We'd be ruined." He shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, Michelle, but you're fired."

He didn't walk away. Instead he studied Michelle carefully and began to take off his tie. Michelle was so upset, she didn't really notice this. All she could think of was how in the world she was going to explain things to Kurt and her parents. She couldn't possibly tell them the truth-that her own kinky sexual behavior had cost her her job. What was she going to do?

"Oh, please," she wept, "you've got to help me, Mr. Benton. I'll wash dishes, anything, but I have to have a job."

"Well, now," said Bent on, discarding his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt, "I just may be able to manage something for you, Michelle, if you're

cooperative."

"Cooperative?" Michelle said. "What do you mean?"

He ginned slightly. "I just mean doing whatever I say, whatever I want you to do. That's easy enough, isn't it?"

"Sure," said Michelle, "but what kind of things do you want me to do?"

"To begin with," Benton said, "finish taking off my shirt."

Michelle stood up at once, her pretty naked tits jiggling, and finished unbuttoning her boss' shirt. Or was he her former boss? She meant to please him, to do whatever he wanted, in order to have some kind of job at this hotel. She drew his shirt off and couldn't help admiring his hard tan chest with its light matting of golden brown hairs.

"That's fine," Benton purred. "Now my shoes and socks?

Michelle was so intent on following orders that she didn't stop, to wonder why the bearded young hotel manager should want to take off his clothes here in the woods. She untied his shoes and helped him to step out of them, then removed his socks. When she stood up again, Benton 's eyes ran hungrily from her gently quivering breasts down to the golden cloud of her bush.

"Now my pants," he said. "Help me get all my clothes off, Michelle." His voice was slightly hoarse with ill-concealed excitement.

Michelle obediently unzipped his pants, drew them down, and helped him step out of them. Then he was wearing nothing but his jockey shorts. He'd said to help remove ALL his clothes, so she

hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulled the garment down. She felt a little stir of excitement when she saw his pale semi-soft cock with its rosy head, but she reminded herself to stick to business-which was to please her boss.

He put his hand on her shoulder to steady himself as she knelt and helped him step out of his shorts. She started to rise again, but he held her down easily. His breathing seemed to be getting louder and faster. Stuck in her kneeling position, she looked up at him wonderingly and saw that his expression was glazed and slightly grinning.

"Now lick my cock, Michelle," he said.

She blushed hotly as she finally realized what this weird strjp act was all about. She should have guessed. It seemed that every time she was caught doing something naughty, she was "punished" by being forced to have sex. Well, she certainly didn't mind that kind of punishment. Grinning to herself, Michelle slipped her hand under his limp dangling cock and brought it up to her lips.

"That's a good girl," Benton sighed. "Just keep on doing exactly what I tell you, Michelle, and I'll certainly be willing to find you another job."

That was all she needed to hear. With a sigh of relief, Michelle stuck out her little pink tongue and started to lick his warm flaccid prick. She could easily obey his orders, which meant he'd keep his promise to find her another job. She didn't have to worry. She could just relax and enjoy turning him on, giving him a good time, and, incidentally, having a good time herself.

Holding his soft pale cock on the palm of her hand, she tickled slowly up and down the

milky-white blue-veined stalk with the slick tip of her tongue. Benton sighed happily, and Michelle felt the familiar beginnings of lust in her pussy-the moistening of her cunt mouth, the heating and swelling of her pussy lips. Yes, she was going to enjoy this "punishment" a lot.