"That will do, Michelle," Benton laughed. "You can go back to work now."
Michelle was reluctant to move. She liked the hard weight of his body pressing down on her, liked the feeling of his limp wet prick still lodged deep in her satisfied cunt. But he was right-it was time she got back to her job. Sighing, she felt his
prick slip out of her as he raised himself.
Benton regarded her admiringly as she got dressed. "I'm gonna keep my promise, baby," he said. "I told you if you went to bed with me, you could spy on the guests and do whatever weird stuff you want-but you gotta be careful. If you get caught, I'll have to fire you. You understand?"
"Sure, Ray, I understand," Michelle said, her cheeks burning, "but don't worry-I won't do anything like that again.
"Christ, I hope not," he said. "That was really strange, seeing you watching Sommers and his chick while you jerked off. How come you did that, Michelle?"
Because it was fun, you idiot, Michelle thought. But she smiled sweetly and said, "I don't know, Ray. I guess I just got carried away, like I said."
"Well, honey, if you get horny, you come to me, he told her. "I can take care of that for you. Now run along."
Michelle went back up to the top floor of the hotel and continued her work. She really meant what she'd told Ray Benton, that she'd never again spy on the guests. It was too risky. Today it had almost cost her her job-and it had cost her her virginity.
Not, that she minded the last part. She still wished she could have lost it with Jay Sommers instead of Ray Benton, but she wasn't sorry not to be a virgin any more. She was over the hurdle, and now she knew how much fun fucking really was. She didn't have to hold out for marriage any longer.
But the spying just had to stop. Even Ray, who
was fairly liberal, had called her behavior weird. There could be terrible trouble if any of the guests caught her. Michelle told herself all this firmly as she entered Carlo Rossi's suite to do the cleaning.
She'd finished with the main bedroom and had moved on to Nadine's room when she heard people entering the suite. No problem-Nadine's room had its own door to the hallway. She could just step out that door-but suddenly she knew she wasn't going to. She was going to spy again.
Well, damn it, she just couldn't help it. It was so exciting, and she was full of curiosity about sex. Anyway, if Carlo and Nadine didn't know she was watching, it couldn't hurt them. Forgetting all her good resolutions, Michelle tiptoed over to the connecting door and peeked through the keyhole into the main bedroom.
Carlo and Nadine had apparently just returned from breakfast. Nadine was dressed in a bright red skin-tight pantsuit and Carlo was wearing a brown conservative suit and tie. Nadine didn't look happy. She was pacing the carpet, complaining about something. Carlo was lighting a cigar and trying to ignore her, but the tall black-haired girl wouldn't leave him alone.
"Please, Carlo," she was saying, "let's leave this dumb little place and go back to Los Angeles. I'm BORED."
"Get off my back," Carlo snarled. "If you're bored, go back to LA by yourself. This country air is good for people. We can swim, hike, ride horses, fish-hell, there's plenty to do."
"But it's all so boring," Nadine moaned.
"Oh, yeah?" Carlo said. "Well, I know one thing
we can do that ain't boring. At least I never noticed before that it bored you."
He walked over to her and kissed her savagely, bending her head back, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Nadine made a muffled protest and pushed at his shoulders, but even the big tall girl wasn't a match for Carlo's ape-like strength. As he kissed her, he ran his hands possessively over her body. At last he broke the kiss with a laugh.
"Get your clothes off," he said, starting to remove his tie. "I'll see that you're not bored for the next half our or so."
"Even THAT's getting boring," said Nadine. "It seems like it's all we ever do any more-fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Oh, Christ, I just can't please you, can I?" Carlo said disgustedly. "Well, I give up. I just wanta get laid, baby, whether it bores you or not-so get on over to that bed. Get your clothes off, unless you want me to tear them off."
"Animal," Nadine snapped.
Nevertheless she started to undress, not wanting Carlo to tear her expensive clothing. Again Michelle admired the girl's incredible body. Nadine was like a gorgeous giantess, with everything bigger than life size. Her great watermelon-shaped tits stuck straight out as-she removed her bra, and Carlo ogled them hungrily.
"Yeah, that's more like it," he said with a grin.
"I still wanta go back to L.A.," said Nadine.
"Shut up," Said Carlo, ending the discussion.
Michelle wondered how it would be to go to bed with such a brutal unfeeling man, how it would be to fuck somebody you didn't even like. She found
it hard to imagine. She was so turned on to the idea of balling that she couldn't imagine not feeling hot for a man. But clearly Nadine wasn't pleased about being ordered to fuck Carlo.
The girl undressed slowly and sullenly, stopping often to brush her long thick black hair out of her eyes. Carlo stripped in a matter of seconds and lay on the bed watching her. Michelle didn't know which impressed her most, the thick mat of black hair which seemed to cover most of his body, or his stiff hard-on.
His cock hugged his belly, fat and pale and swollen, capped with a big bulbous purple head that was drooling little bubbles of juice. He licked his lips as he watched Nadine, and when she was finally naked his eyes focused hotly on her large triangular black bush. His cock leaked more sticky juice as she approached the bed.
"I'm telling you, Carlo," she said peevishly, "if you don't find more for me to do around here, I'm going back to L.A."
"Oh, Jesus, you still harping on that?" he said. "Give it a rest, baby, will you? I don't want to hear how bored you are when I'm balling you. Now just lie down here and be a good girl."
He seized her wrist and tugged her down onto the bed. She crashed heavily beside him, on her back. Carlo didn't waste any time getting down to business. He used his knees to force her long legs apart, and he scrambled eagerly between her thighs. Michelle watched him poke the fat engorged head of his prick into Nadine's small moist cunt mouth. He pushed, and his cock glided into her.
"Yeah, yeah," Carlo sighed. "You're so hot in there baby."
Nadine just stared at the ceiling, not at all turned on. Carlo's tight-muscled ass bounced up and down as he fucked her, and Michelle watched avidly as his prick zipped in and out of Nadine's stretched pink pussy lips. Michelle wished she were getting balled, too, now that she knew how much fun it was.
"What the hell you think you're doing?"
The voice came from right behind her, and Michelle gasped and whirled around to see a big powerful man. She recognized him as one of Carlo's bodyguards. She turned beet red. Oh, God, she should have kept her vow and never spied again. Now she was really in trouble.
The big man glanced over her head and saw what she'd been watching-Carlo busily humping Nadine. He growled and seized her by the shoulder. He knocked at the connecting door but didn't look into the room, politely averting his eyes.
"Yeah, what is it?" Carlo said.
"We got trouble, boss," said the bodyguard. "I caught somebody spying on you just now-one of the maids."
"Oh, shit," said Carlo. "Just a second." There was the sound of bedsprings and rustling clothes. "Okay, bring her in"
The bodyguard steered Michelle into the main room. Nadine brushed past her and into her own room and closed the door. She looked relieved to have gotten away from Carlo. Michelle wished she, too, could escape. She was going to lose her job for sure. Carlo Rossi looked furious.
He was sitting up in bed wearing a blue satin robe and chewing on a cigar. He glared at Michelle, then spoke to the bodyguard. "Okay, now what's all this about? You say she was spying?"
"Yeah," the guard replied. "I come in through Miss Nadine's room, and here was this chick watching you through a 'little crack in the door. Watching you and Miss Nadine, uh-"
"Yeah, I get the picture. Okay, Eddie, leave her here. You can wait outside," Carlo said.
Michelle was glad to have those giant fingers off her shoulder, but she didn't look forward to facing Carlo. He was a rich and powerful man. Certainly he'd have her fired, but he might have other punishments in mind, too.
"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."
He lay on his back, and he maneuvered Michelle so that she straddled his head and knelt over his face. She didn't like to be exposed that way, her whole naked pussy just inches from his eyes-but again she had no choice. She could feel his hot moist breath on her slit.
"Let's see that pussy," he muttered. "Get your legs a little farther apart, doll."
Michelle obeyed, blushing hotly. He could see everything now, from her asshole to her clit. She'd never been so embarrassed in her life. She felt him prying open the fat furry lips of her mons, uncovering the tiny red bump of her clit. His
breath fanned her pussy. It felt nice, but she didn't want to admit it. She didn't like this gorilla, didn't want him to know he could give her pleasure.
"Bet you like having your pussy eaten," he said.
Michelle didn't reply, hoping to discourage him, but the next thing she knew was a dizzying, blinding blast of pleasure as Carlo pressed his mouth to her clit and began to suck the moist little button. It felt so great she just couldn't stop the cry of pleasure that rose to her lips.
"Eeeeeeee," Michelle squealed.
Carlo gave a muffled chuckle and went on sucking her clit. She dug her fingers into his broad hard shoulders and threw back her head in ecstasy. Damn it, she just couldn't help liking it. She didn't see how any woman could resist pleasure like that, the incomparable pleasure of having her clit sucked. Her pussy juice began to gush out, wetting his face.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, "ahhhh, yes, yess a" Just when she felt on the very verge of coming, he lifted his lips from her erect wet bud and nuzzled lower into her crotch. She felt his thick rough tongue tickling between the plump pink lips of her cunt, rimming the moist mouth of her twat, and then plunging right into her body. She screamed with pleasure as she felt the slick long tgue wriggling into her greedy twat.
"Oooooo," Michelle moaned, "yeah, yeah, eat me! Oh, God, that's good!"
She felt ashamed of her wanton talk and the way she was creaming hotly all around his wiggling tongue, but she just couldn't help it, it felt so great. She gave piercing cries of pleasure as Carlo
tongued her cunt-and then suddenly the connecting door opened and Nadine walked into the room. She was fully dressed. She stopped and stared at Michelle and Carlo.
"Well," she said coldly, "I see you don't need ME any more."
Carlo paused in his loud pussy-eating only briefly. "That's right, baby," he said. "Split."
"I certainly will," Nadine snapped. She stalked to the hall door and slammed it as she left.
"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," said Michelle. "I didn't mean to cause trouble between you and your lady friend."
"Oh, forget her," said Carlo. "She walks out on me at least once a day. She'll be back when she cools off. Now I want you to slide down a little."
Michelle was still thinking about Nadine, and she absently let Carlo move her around like he wanted her. The next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees and he was crawling up behind her, rubbing his long bard cock against her soaked pussy.
"You ever do it dog-style?" he said excitedly.
"No," Michelle said. She didn't add that she'd only fucked once before in her whole life.
"You'll dig it," Carlo said.
Michelle had no doubt that she would. In spite of her dislike of Carlo, his expert love-making had gotten her hotly aroused, and she could hardly wait to get balled. She trembled in happy anticipation as she felt him poking his erect cock around in her crotch, seeking her cunt. Then the fat hard head of his prick was wedging into her little cunt mouth and he was pushing into her.
"0000000," Michelle wailed, clawing the bed. She loved the sensation of being suddenly stuffed and filled with hard slick cock.
"Oh, Jesus," Carlo gasped as he penetrated her in one long slow delicious thrust, "baby, you are tight!"
No wonder-she'd only lost her cherry a few hours ago. But she didn't tell him that. She just moaned her intense pleasure as she took the repeated hard deep thrusts of his swollen meat. She was so glad she hadn't waited for marriage to start fucking. She would have been missing the wildest pleasure there was.
"You like it, honey?" Carlo panted.
"Oooooo, yes," Michelle squealed, "I love it. Don't stop. Oh, God, fuck me all day!"
He chuckled. "I wish to hell I could. You got the tightest box I ever balled."
As his excitement grew, he began to fuck her harder and faster. Michelle felt herself taking off in a powerful chain of orgasms, her whole body rocking with pleasure. She screamed in ecstasy as Carlo's jerking dick brought her off again and again.
"Ahhhhh, yes," she wailed, "I love it."
Long delicious minutes passed, Carlo fucking her furiously, holding out as long as he could. His breathing got ragged, and he was dripping sweat all over Michelle's back. He seemed determined to impress her with his ability-and she was impressed. It was a fantastic fuck, even if she didn't much like the guy.
"Awwwww, Christ," he moaned at last, "Can't hold out."
Michelle felt the scalding blast of his jism against her womb. It triggered another body-jolting climax, and she wailed with delight as be jerked his squirting prick in her. Then at last they collapsed with a sigh, Carlo's cock shrinking in her squeezing cunt.
Michelle smothered a giggle. It was the second time today she'd been caught spying, and the second time she'd been "punished" by being forced to flick. She just hoped that kind of punishment would continue. She believed that when it came to sex, there was just no limit to her capacities.