Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

He backed out, waited, pursing his lips and looking left and right, thinking that the sobbing seemed more distinct elsewhere along the hail, in one of the rooms he had not checked.

Suddenly he hesitated. If Maurier and Claudia were together making love then it was none of his business. But his curiosity was far too aroused and returning to the small room would not insure a good night's sleep.

He padded silently down the darkened hall and at the extreme end in a vast room where several candles threw off a flickering light he came upon the maid, Claudia, and Maurier.

Claudia lay on her back, atop an old chaise lounge. Before her, completely naked and with his face twisted into a frightening mask, was Maurier. Hardly the aristocrat now, more the demon.

The maid was naked, clad only in youth and beauty, with her nightclothes bunched up on the floor. Her entire body gleamed in the candlelight, the breasts she was so proud of high, their turgid nipples erect. As she shifted her long, full-calved legs, her sleek hips rolled restlessly.

Hugh tossed a swift glance at his employer, just standing there. What in hell was this all about? What sort of a man was this? But as he watched, a totally frozen spectator. Hugh saw that Claudia was staring up at Maurier without any trepidation. Her eyes were half closed and her tongue flicked along her lips, wetting them.

"Should I?" Maurier asked in a trembling voice.

"If it makes you happy."

"But… I…" Something, some inhibition, was holding the man back. He went to the woman not like a passionate lover but more like a tottering baby who was taking his first steps.

Claudia made no effort to rise. Her breath was coming quickly and the flesh along her thighs quivered. She threshed her hips, causing the wooden legs of the old chaise lounge to creak. Hugh saw how her satiny-skinned breasts rose, the thickened nipples bobbing.

"You are making me wait," she moaned in anguish.

Maurier looked down upon her and then, like a savage animal pouncing upon its prey, he threw himself upon Claudia's magnificent body.

For a moment it was a scene out of the jungle, two battling animals determined to survive with Claudia the more wild, her nostrils flaring, curses leaving her lips. And it was Maurier who abandoned the fight and acknowledged defeat. He tried to rise, shouting that he had already climaxed, but he was held strongly until he surrendered, mewling like a kitten.

Still the young woman kept on with the sexual act, going through an assortment of moves and groans and moans. "Ahhh, si, si!"

"Ahhh, it is long spent, long over and there is nothing left!" Maurier was a sixty-second man when it came to sex.

Hugh was distraught because he had been too curious and compelled to watch. Worse, he found no understanding and thought the scene was only for the debasement of Claudia's beautiful body.

Then the maid's eyes popped open and fastened on the young man standing there.

He met her glance without flinching, then pivoted on his toes and returned to his room. There he quickly slipped on the rest of his clothing, donned his socks and shoved his feet into his shoes. As he closed the cover of his bag Claudia, her used body now covered by a robe, came in.

"Well, what is this? Running away?"

"You two are much too weird for me. I smell trouble, so I'm getting the hell out of this."

She tossed the thick mane of hair back from her shoulders. "You are not so young, after all, so you must have seen stranger things in your life than two people making love."

Love was it, the staccato rhythm of her ass slamming against the chaise lounge and the beast-like crouch of Maurier moaning? She had said before that he suffered from impotence or a shortage of penis. "Love! That's raw sex. Anyway, convey my regrets to his highness because I'm bugging out."

"Stupid. This is a dream job for you. The pay is nothing but you need not worry about food, and even cleaning your clothes goes under the heading of expenses. He seldom needs the car, so you can drive it around all you wish, impressing the girls. And… there's me."

She opened her robe to reveal the globular breasts. Hugh nodded, "I know, prizewinning melons."

"I need the services of a man like you. My nature demands it. I am a healthy woman and with you next to me I would not have to go seeking others in garages or bars or on the beaches."

"Then pack your things and, leave this joint with me."

"What? How would you support us? I would end up again as a waitress in a dirty cafй with my ass pinched by evil men with bad-smelling breath."

Hugh sat on the bed with his hands resting on the knees. He could not tell her he was rich enough to support her in great style for the rest of his life. He had sworn to work, to live on what he earned and not reach into a bank account. "I don't know, girlie, I just don't know."

She closed the door. "I am a sport, I'm willing to gamble."

"I'm listening."

"If I make you happy, then you stay on the job; otherwise you leave the first thing in the morning with no bad feelings on my part."

"Some odds. You know damned well you can satisfy me. I saw the way you screw."

"All right, I know I am good in bed. But liking me is another matter. Perhaps you will like me well enough too."

"And what do you get out of this?"

"I get you."

Claudia untied the robe and it fell away, showing her luxurious body, appointed richly with the dome – like stomach, the rounded thighs so sleek and shining, the womanly hips and, above all, the amazing breasts standing straight out.

"Come, get undressed and put out the light. We have wasted too much time talking."

"You just came straight from Maurier." Even as he spoke Hugh was undressing.

"Yes, but he did not give me any satisfaction. Also, I did not give myself to him the way I intend to now. I offer you a total passion, a woman's true lust now."

Claudia sat on the bed, helping him to undress. Her fingers caressed the hard muscles of his arms and shoulders and as she encountered his flat stomach he heard the intake of her breath.

"Oh. no, never," she said, "I can not let you go."

As she explored his body, expressing delight, his hands searched hers, feeling up the curved sun-tanned flesh of her thighs, touching tenderly the swelling belly, feeling desire flood his loins.

Then Claudia's tongue was darting into his ear and she was whispering: "Presto, presto, caro mia!"

His hardened penis, surprised, creating an unexpected sensation of delight and she was willing to express the new-found pleasure of finding a man who was built like a man instead of an undeveloped boy. Hugh straddled Claudia, his knees resting between her sweating armpits, and he lowered his thing into her mouth.

She fellated him quickly, her lips encircling the penis, her tongue darting. Whining he stiffened and bore down, sending what he had deeper into her mouth. The juice was bubbling in his sac of eggs and he did not want to come.

He put his hands to her head while Claudia raised herself up from the bed, swallowing every millimeter of the instrument. Her tongue sucked away, speeding up, making his penis harder, and he had to yell that it was enough.

He rolled his penis all over her twisting body until she rolled around on her stomach, drew up her knees and presented her curving buttocks to him. "Take me from the rear."

Hugh watched how that beautiful ass widened, becoming more large, definitely more rounded. Then, gloating in triumph, he gripped the smooth cheeks and knifed neatly underneath, entering the slightly puffy-lipped vagina. His shaft delivered an unexpected excitement, causing jagged streaks of pleasure to tear into Claudia's curvaceous body.

"Mama mia!"

"Aaaahhhh. girlie!"

Hugh attached himself to Claudia, blending more, fastening his chest to her back, his loins to her rotund and always squirming buttocks. His manhood was completely sheathed in the wet, velvet-lined hole.