Kurt went off in a huff, vowing to find another girl-one who'd have no objections to balling him. Michelle felt angry and hurt. It wasn't her fault that she'd been raised to have strict moral principles. And it wasn't fair of Kurt to ask her to give up her summer job, either. So to hell with him, she concluded. She'd just give up her plans for marriage, that was all.
Monday came, her first day at work. She still felt a little sad about Kurt, but excited about going to work at the Canton Hotel, a huge resort lodge on the edge of the lake where many famous people vacationed. She was only going to be a maid, but she'd still have a chance to see lots of celebrities. That ought to help take her mind off Kurt.
Michelle arrived promptly at nine o'clock and reported to the office of the hotel manager, Ray Benton. She'd expected an older man and she was very surprised to discover an attractive bearded fellow in his late twenties. With a very sexy grin, he invited her to sit down. He eyed her appreciatively from behind his desk.
"Well, Michelle," he said, "is this your first job?"
"Yes, sir," Michelle said politely.
"Oh, let's forget formalities," Benton laughed. "Call me Ray. I'll just tell you a little about your duties, Michelle, and give you your uniform. You're about a size ten? Okay." He chatted on, telling Michelle that she was to clean the rooms, make the beds, bring fresh linens, and assist the guests in whatever way she could.
Then he went to a closet and brought out what Michelle considered a rather skimpy uniform. She'd expected a black dress and white apron, just like in the movies, but Carlton maids apparently wore red hot pants and clinging red t-shirts with the word "Carlton" on the front. Michelle blushed as Benton handed her the flimsy costume.
"There's not much to it, is there?" she said doubtfully.
"Don't worry," Benton replied with a perfectly straight face, "we keep the place well heated. You go ahead and change into that, Michelle-there's a dressing room for maids just next to my office. Then you can get right to work."
Michelle went to the maids' dressing room and quickly changed into her costume. She looked at herself in the full length mirror that was provided. She blushed all the way down to her toes, till she was almost the same color as her outfit. There was almost nothing left to anyone's imagination in that tiny clinging costume.
There was a knock on the door, and Benton stuck his head in to have a look at her. He gave an appreciative whistle. "Perfect," he said. "You look great, honey."
"Uh, Mr. Benton-Ray," Michelle said, blushing hotly, "don't you think this costume is a little too revealing?"
She turned to face him as she spoke, and he studied her with a frown. "No, doll," he said, "I don't agree with you. In fact it's not revealing enough. We'd rather you left off the bra."
Michelle didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but she did. "No bra?" she cried. "But-"
Benton gave her another devastating smile. "Gotta please the customers, honey," he said. "Remember, this is just a hick town in the woods, and a lot of our guests come from LA or New York where there's real action. They're used to costumes like that. We have to compete."
Michelle sighed. "All right," she said. "I'll take off my bra. Then I better get to work."
"Right on," said Benton. "By the way, if you're not doing anything after work, how about having dinner with me in my penthouse? Just the two of us."
Something warned Michelle not to get involved with this man who looked like a friendly hippie but talked like a super-sophisticate. She wasn't ready for him yet. She had enough trouble dealing with a simple small-town mechanic like Kurt.
"I'm sorry, Ray," she said primly, "but I promised my folks I'd be home for dinner. Maybe some other time."
He just grinned at her and left much to her relief. She didn't want to start off the new job by making her boss angry. She went to the supply cupboard, got her cleaning equipment, and started to work. Her assignment was the top floor of the lodge-hotel. On the way up she spotted other young girls wearing costumes like hers, and that made her feel a little less nervous.
Leaving the service elevator on the top floor, Michelle almost bumped right into a movie star.
At first she couldn't believe it. She just stood there and stared, certain that her eyes were playing tricks on her, The outrageously handsome blond man was perhaps in his mid-thirties, wearing skimpy blue swim trunks, on his way back to his room from an early morning swim. His tan body was superbly shaped and muscled-and his face was SO familiar.
"Hi there," he said to Michelle, flashing her a smile.
"H-Hi," she managed to whisper.
It WAS him, Jay Sommers, the hottest leading
man in the movies. Michelle thought she was going to faint with excitement for a moment, but she managed to pull herself together and start pushing her cleaning cart down the hall. Jay Sommers was heading in the opposite direction-no doubt he had one of the penthouse suites.
"Oh, Miss," he called.
Michelle whirled around, her heart pounding. "Yes, sir?"
"What's your name?" Jay Sommers asked, still giving her that famous smile that made her knees go rubbery. She told him. "Okay, Michelle," he said, "would you have two Bloody Marys sent up to my suite, please? Right away."
"Yes, sir," she said.
She didn't have to ask his name, and he knew it. He strode off down the hall, and Michelle called roam service to put in his order. The drinks quickly arrived on a dumb waiter, and Michelle set them on a tray and went to the door Jay Sommers had entered. She buzzed and heard him shout for her to come in.
Michelle walked into a lavishly furnished bedroom where a stark naked girl lay stretched out on the enormous circular bed. Jay Sommers was standing beside the bed, just taking off his swim trunks. Michelle was so embarrassed she almost dropped the tray, but Sommers and the girl didn't seem the least bit upset. As Ray Benton had remarked, they were used to more action.
"Your drinks, sir," Michelle managed to say.
"Oh, yeah, just put them here on the bedside table," Sommers said, stepping out of his trunks. Naked, he padded over to a chair where he'd
thrown his pants, fished in the pocket, and came up with some money which he put into Michelle's hand. She nodded her thanks far the tip and staggered out of the room.
In the hall she stopped, caught her breath, and looked at the crumpled bill she held. It was five dollars-just for delivering a couple of drinks! But that wasn't what was really blowing her mind. It was what she'd seen. In all her life she'd never expected to see anything as spectacular as Jay Sommers without a stitch of clothes-not to mention his mistress as well.
Michelle recognized the girl now from TV and a few movies. She was Kristi Jones, a very young and fantastically built redhead. She and Jay Sommers were apparently living together that year or whatever arrangement was popular among the jet set. Michelle buzzed with excitement as she recalled what she'd just seen.
Kristi almost spread-eagled on the bed, not bothering to pull her legs together when the maid walked in, wantonly displaying her moist pink pussy and her cute little coppery puff of mons fur. She was a real redhead, all right. Jay Sommers nonchalantly stepping out of his trunks, his limp pale prick wagging lewdly from its nest of blond tight curls.
Michelle felt a sudden searing heat in her pussy which was becoming all too familiar these days. Damn it, just from looking at Jay Sommers she'd gotten horny. There was nothing she could do about that right now, though. She'd better get to work, try to get her mind off the sexy scene she'd just witnessed. She took her cleaning cart and
started doing the rooms.
Michelle worked her way slowly back toward Jay Sommers' suite, giving him and Kristi plenty of time to have their drinks and get dressed. She reached the room next to theirs, knocked, and got no answer, so she went in. She was just about to turn on the vacuum cleaner when she heard a girl giggling.
Michelle followed the sound and discovered to her embarrassment that she wasn't in a separate suite after all but apparently in a bedroom connected to Jay's. A partially open door gave her a glimpse of the room she'd been in before, the one with the circular bed. Kristi and Jay were still in there.
"You naughty thing," she heard Kristi giggle, "you wanta ball before breakfast?"
"YOU know me," Jay laughed. "I don't have any scruples. So take your clothes off, baby, and come here."
"Shit," Kristi pouted, "I just got dressed."
"So?" Jay said impatiently. "We're not going anywhere. There's no place to go in this hick town. That's why I brought you here, so we could do nothing but fuck."
"Jay, you're awful," Kristi squealed.
"I know," he said. "Now get undressed."
As she listened to this sexy talk, Michelle blushed beet red. She wasn't supposed to be in an occupied room, and she certainly wasn't supposed to eavesdrop on the guests' conversations. The proper thing to do was to leave at once.
But when would she ever get another chance like this in her whole life? To see a famous star make
love.
Blushing furiously, ashamed of herself but bursting with curiosity, Michelle crept over to the half open door and peered into the next room. It was a perfect setup. She was at an angle where Jay and Kristi were unlikely to look, but she had an excellent view of the huge circular bed. She just couldn't resist. She knew she was going to watch.
It was wrong, of course, but there was so much she wanted to know and not just about Jay Sommers, movie star. She simply wanted to know about sex, how people made love. She was a virgin herself and had never witnessed the act. There was a lot she wanted to learn before she made the decision to give up her virginity.
So she spied and saw Jay Sommers stretched out naked on the bed, lying on his back. It made Michelle hot and horny just to look at him, he was so ideally handsome. Light blond hair, modishly long, bronze-tanned body with well-defined muscles, powerful arms and legs, mat of golden hairs on his chest. And the ruggedly handsome face with the famous smile. Yes, it was all very exciting, but her eyes kept darting back to his cock.
Michelle knew by now that men got hard-ons when they were horny, but Jay Sommers' cock was still quite limp, just as she'd seen it before. Pale and soft, it rested on his thigh, the circumcised head a dull rose color. Jay was watching his beautiful red-haired lover take her clothes off, but his cock stayed flaccid.
Michelle turned her attention to Kristi Jones. The tall coltish redhead was in her early twenties, her coppery hair done in a huge Afro, her body
lithe and slim and almost boyishly slender except for her huge breasts. Michelle really envied her that unusual figure, the enormous boobs on the slender body. Kristi's firm pointed tits were the size of snail watermelons and similarly shaped.
Kristi had just skinned out of tight pants and was removing a little halter. She cast it away, and her big pale breasts swung free. It was amazing that such large heavy tits didn't sag. They pointed straight out, capped with large cane-shaped pink nipples. Jay's eyes glinted with excitement as he watched those huge breasts swing and wobble.
"Don't take all day," he said.
"Just one more thing to take off," Kristi grinned.
She tugged down her tiny bikini panties and then straightened up for Jay to admire. She was something to admire, all right, the tall slim redhead with the huge thrusting tits. Even her muff was adorable, just a little cloud of red fur. Kristi strolled over to the bed with grace of a trained dancer.
"Get me hard, doll," Jay said, a trace of huskiness in his voice now.
Kristi glanced down at his small soft cock and gave a somewhat impatient sigh. "I thought you were horny," she said. "How come you're not hard?"
"Never mind," Jay said. "Just do what I said. You know the deal, baby-no complaints, just do what I want. That is, if you wanta be in my next picture."
Well, Michelle thought dryly, how romantic.
But Kristi Jones just shrugged. Apparently she was used to selling her body in order to advance her career. She crawled onto the bed and knelt beside Jay. She bent over, her upturned nose practically rubbing his limp pale cock, and she lifted his flaccid meat up to her lips. Her little pink tongue flashed out and she began to lick the head of his cock rapidly, swishing her tongue around and around the dull red head.
Michelle b1ushed as she watched. It seemed to her as if Kristi was doing something very, very wicked. True, Michelle herself had played with her boyfriend's cock, pumping it with her fist and making him come, but she'd never dreamed of using her tongue. Jay Sommers seemed to like it, though. He leaned back against the pillows with a lazy little grin and gave a big sigh of pleasure.
"Yeah, that's nice, honey," he said, "real nice." Kristi went about her cock-licking in a brisk business-like manner, swirling and swishing her wet pink tongue around and around the sensitive head of his prick with almost machine-like regularity. Her pert round ass was thrust in Michelle's direction, and the spying maid could hardly avoid the unhindered view of Kristi's pussy.
It was pretty to look at, Michelle had to admit. Tender pink flesh gleamed with slight moisture and was fringed with fine copper curls. Michelle could see the small shadowed mouth of Kristi's cunt and the pea-size red lump of her clit. She recalled Kurt touching her there, massaging her little joy button, and her own pussy grew hot and moist.
Michelle suddenly wished she had a man of her own to make love to. She wanted to be held and stroked, wanted to touch and explore some hard
masculine body. She wished she and Kurt hadn't fought. It would be so great to see him tonight. Or would it? They'd probably just have the same old fight, Kurt trying to fuck her, Michelle tearfully refusing.
If only she could make up her mind about her virginity, about whether to ball or not.
Maybe watching another couple would help, but first Kristi had to get Jay hard. She was certainly doing her best, her pretty gleaming pink tongue lashing and licking the spit-soaked head of his cock, going around and around in a rapid circling motion. Jay was grinning, leaning back, eyes half shut-but his cock stayed soft and wrinkled.
"Nice," he sighed, "but let's have a change of pace, okay? Take it in your mouth."
Kristi sighed loudly but said nothing. Michelle blushed again. Take his cock in her mouth? Michelle had never heard of such a thing, and it somehow seemed wicked and depraved. But the pretty red-haired starlet didn't hesitate. She picked up Jay's soft pale prick and popped the head of it into her mouth. She started to suck on it, loud and wet and fast.
"Ahhhhhh, yet," Jay gasped, "yeah, blow me, baby."
Michelle, her face beet red and her eyes wide, wondered if she'd ever do a thing like that for Kurt. She didn't know how she'd ever get up the nerve to take a guy's meat in her mouth, yet on the other hand it excited her hotly to think about it. She wondered how cock tasted. Kristi was certainly finding out.
The redhead's head bounced briskly up and
down over Jay's lap as she skillfully worked his prick in and out of her juicy pink-glossed lips. Just as with her cock-licking she went about it in a brisk, expert, machine-like way, as if she'd done it a thousand times-and perhaps she had. Michelle envied the girl's confidence and experience.
"More," Jay panted, his eyes completely closed now, "take more of it in your mouth. Come on, baby, eat me!"
Kristi obediently sucked more of his milky white limp cock into her mouth, till she was nosing into his blond pubic thatch and his flaccid rosy balls were rubbing her chin. Somehow she'd managed to take Jay's entire cock into her mouth, and she showed no sighs of discomfort. She just went on with her loud wet sucking while Jay moaned and clawed the bedspread.
"Suck me, suck me," he chanted, "suck that meat, baby, get me hard."
Michelle was beginning to wonder about her favorite movie star. Even with her lack of experience, she thought it was strange that he didn't get an erection. My God, if that had been Kurt getting his cock sucked by a knockout redhead, he'd have gotten hard and shot his load minutes ago. It seemed to take an awful lot to arouse Jay Sommers. But perhaps he was just jaded from getting every woman he wanted.
After about a minute of loud juicy cock-sucking Kristi raised her flushed face, letting his limp prick slip from her mouth, and gave a loud sigh. She looked almost despairingly at Jay's soft wrinkled cock as it gleamed with her saliva but lay flaccid and useless on his belly.
"Jesus, my mouth's tired," she sighed. "Maybe we oughta skip this till after breakfast, huh, Jay? I mean, you really don't seem to be in the mood."
Jay scowled at her. "You're not supposed to ask questions or make suggestions" he snapped. "You just do what I say. Now I want you to Wow me, baby, and blow me as long as I want. Get it?"
"Yes, boss," Kristi said sarcastically, "but can I rest my mouth now and then?"
"Yeah," Jay said impatiently, "but you won't need to do it again. I'm almost there."
"Thank God for small favors," said the redhead, bending over his lap again.
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.