Norma Egan: The curious maid

Kristi picked up his limp wet cock and stuffed it into her mouth again. The loud lewd-sounding sucking began once more. Michelle wondered how long the poor girl would have to keep it up before Jay got a hard-on. Jay seemed to be wondering the same thing, because presently he gave an exasperated sigh.

"I shouldn't have popped those pills this morning," he said. "It sure dulls my reactions. Listen, keep on sucking me, just like that, but stick your finger up my asshole, too. That oughta do it."

Michelle thought she'd faint from shock. She had to clap a hand to her mouth to keep from gasping out loud. There he was the biggest star in Hollywood, who always played heroes, good guys-asking a girl to stick her finger in his ass. Michelle wondered if she'd heard right-till she saw Kristi quickly obey.

The bosomy redhead went on sucking Jay's cock swiftly and loudly, but at the same time she reached into his crotch, stuck out her little finger

and wriggled the tip of it into his tight-clenched asshole. She gave a push and the finger disappeared. Then she started to pump it just like, a miniature cock, working briskly in and out of Jay's wrinkled brownie.

"Awwwww, Christ, yeah," Jay howled. "That's it, doll, that's gonna do it. Oh, Jesus, feel that meat gettin' hard?"

A gagging sound testified that Kristi felt it all too well. Jay's cock sprang to life so fast, it almost plunged down her slim throat. She managed to disgorge it while it was still swelling, and his prick popped from her mouth, stiff and fat and ready. Kristi withdrew her finger from his asshole and fell back panting.

Michelle stared brazenly at the actor's erect cock. Not only was it Jay Sommers' cock, but it was only the second prick she'd seen in her whole life, so she was burning with curiosity. Jay's dick was just about the same size as Kurt's only perhaps not quite so thick. The seven-inch pillar of hard ivory flesh pointed straight up at the ceiling, capped by a fat purple head.

Now Kristi Jones started to show a lot more interest in the proceedings. With a throaty purring noise she snuggled up close to Jay and began petting his erect cock and licking his nipples. From her vantage point, Michelle could see the redhead's gash growing very wet and swollen.

"You wanta get balled, baby?" Jay grinned.

"You better believe it," Kristi sighed.

He laughed softly as he rolled her over onto her back. Kristi gave a low moan and opened her long legs very wide, obscenely wide, displaying her

bright red slit which was now soaked with her cunt juice. She bent her knees back as Jay slipped between her thighs.

"Yes, yes, yes," Kristi chanted, "ball me, lover, hurry!"

Michelle watched breathlessly as Jay Sommers rammed his thick stiff cock roughly into Kristi's tiny cunt mouth, stretching her pink pussy lips widely. He pushed into her in one brutal rush. It looked like it would hurt, but Kristi gave a wail of ecstasy and wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling his cock even deeper into her wet hungry box.

"Ooaoooh, yeah," she gasped, "yeah, fuck meee. Oh, God, Jay, give it to me. Hard!"

Michelle felt it was very wicked of her to watch this most intimate of moments, but she couldn't tear herself away. She wanted so much to know what fucking was like and now she was getting a very vivid idea. Jay Sommers fucked crudely, roughly, his taut ass jerking swiftly between Kristi's thighs. Michelle could even hear the lewd sucking sound of his thick cock reaming the girl's tight wet Nat.

"Ahhhhhhh," Kristi began to wail, "Ahhhhhhh!"

She clawed Jay's shoulders as she came, and she wailed her pleasure in a high shrill voice, her pretty face twisted in a lusty grimace. Her body shook violently for a moment, and then she sighed and went limp. Jay continued to pump away, moaning in a low voice as he shot his load into her. Then he fell onto her with a loud sigh of satisfaction.

It looked like a helluva lot of fun, Michelle had

to admit. Even though she was afraid of fucking, frightened at the thought of taking a huge hard cock into her virgin cunt, she'd gotten very aroused from watching Jay and Kristi. In fact the crotch of her panties was soaked and steamy with her horny juice. Damn all her moral scruples. She'd really love to frig herself right now, to get some relief from her aching lust. But she knew she wouldn't. For better or worse, she was a "nice girl."

And that meant waiting till she was married before she could enjoy the dizzying pleasure of fucking, the supreme pleasure which Jay and Kristi had just experienced. Could she really wait that long? Did she even want to waft? Sometimes she wondered.

She heard Jay and Kristi getting out of bed, starting to get dressed, and she gathered up her equipment and hurried out of the room, still hot and shaking from the powerfully arousing scene she'd just witnessed.

Something told her that this wasn't going to be her last adventure at the hotel.

The next morning when Michelle came to work, Ray Benton called her into his office. Her heart froze, as she wondered if somehow Jay Sommers knew of her spying yesterday. To her relief, Benton greeted her with a big smile.

"I just wanted to tell you about our latest guest on the third floor" he said. "I want you to be

especially nice to him and his party. His name is Carlo Rossi. Ever hear of him?"

Michelle looked frightened. "Hey," she said, "what's he doing here? I thought he was some kind of gangster."

Benton chuckled. "Honey, you've been watching too much television," he said. "That kind of stuff doesn't happen any more. Let's just say that Mr. Rossi has very important business connections back East. Anyhow, if he likes this hotel, he'll come back, and he'll recommend it to his friends-and that means a whole lot of money coming our way. Rossi's a very generous spender. So if you see him, baby, smile. Got it?"

"Got it," Michelle said with a resigned sigh.

She still didn't believe that Carlo Rossi was a good man in any sense of the word, but she had to follow orders or lose her job. On her way up to the penthouse floor, she just hoped she wouldn't run into him. She'd find it hard to fake her smile.

As she rode up in the service elevator, she tried to recall just what she'd heard about Rossi. She wasn't very interested in the news, being only eighteen, but she did recall that Rossi had been charged with extortion and income tax evasion a few years back but that there was insufficient evidence for a conviction. Now he passed himself off as a cigar manufacturer. Nobody had ever exactly proved him guilty of anything, yet everyone believed he was guilty.

The elevator stopped and Michelle got out, pushing her cart. She was so deep in thought that she almost ran right into Jay Sommers, who was returning from his regular pre-breakfast swim. She

stopped just before running over his bare toes-and just as he gave a yelp and hopped out of the way. Michelle blushed furiously.

"Oh, dear, I'm terribly sorry," she cried. "I didn't look where I was going."

Sommers flashed her one of his million dollar smiles. "You better watch it, honey," he said. "You could get a traffic citation for that."

He stepped closer, and his electric blue eyes seemed to examine and approve her whole body in a split second. "By the way, Michelle," he said, more softly, "I'd like you to deliver two Bloody Man's to my room every morning at nine, okay? Deliver them personally."

"Yes, Mr. Sommers," Michelle said breathlessly. He'd remembered her name! She was so thrilled, she just stood there gawking after him when he smiled and went off down the hall to his room. She almost forgot his drink order, in fact. Then she snapped back to reality, phoned in the order, and took the drinks on a tray to Jay Sommers' room, just as she'd done the previous morning.