"Oh, look," said Danielle, glancing down from the balcony to the brightly lit patio, "there's the Baron now. Looking for me, no doubt.”
"He sees us," said Tony. "Better wave and smile, dearie, and try to look innocent.”
Danielle waved gaily to a skinny old man with a white mustache. "Armand, darling," she called, "I'm up here. I'll be down in awhile. Are you having a nice time?”
The Barton started saying something to her in a thick French accent. Danielle leaned on the railing, smiling and listening to him. Tony came up behind her and lifted her skirt to her waist. He pulled down her panties and let them drop to her ankles. Her tiny bare ass was round and pale. She parted her legs slightly, and Tony unzipped his pants.
"Really, Armand, darling?" she said, nodding. "How interesting. Tell me more.”
Tony let his pants and shorts drop down, and Lita almost moaned with lust as she saw his muscular ass and hugely erect cock. He dropped to his knees behind Danielle. He couldn't be seen from the patio where the Baron was standing, but he was still tall enough to ease his stiff pale prick into Danielle's crotch.
Lita's dark eyes widened in amazement. It seemed crazy, but Tony was about to fuck the girl while she stood there talking to her rich fiancй. My God, would Danielle be able to keep her cool with THAT going on? Personally Lita would have been panting and moaning. But Danielle just leaned against the rail with an innocent expression and parted her long legs slightly. Lita could see her narrow red slit. It was bright with pussy juice.
"Really, Armand?" Danielle said calmly as Tony thrust his big stiff rod between her thighs. "Then what did you do?”
Armand was jabbering on about some business transaction, most of his words unintelligible because of his accent. Tony wedged the fat purple head of his cock into Danielle's tiny wet cunt mouth and started pushing into her. Her leg muscles tensed a little, but that was the only sign she gave that she was being fucked. She nodded at Armand and smiled.
Tony began working his long pale dick in and out of the girl's small juicy box. Armand babbled, Danielle smiled. Lita swayed in the doorway, shocked and envious. The whole scene was a bit too rich for her blood. She just wanted to fuck. She saw no reason to make it into a dirty sadistic game like this. The trouble was, she wanted Tony, and Tony was already fully occupied.
"Armand, daring, how brilliant," Danielle cooed. Her voice was starting to take on a husky tone, and Lita noticed bright streams of cunt juice dribbling down her long legs. Tony was fucking her faster now, his pale thick rod zipping in and out of her tiny nipping hole. Her butt muscles clenched and unclenched as she sought his friction. But her face didn't betray a thing…
"What did you say, dear?" she called to Armand. "Oh, yes, I understand. Go on, tell me more…”
Armand ranted on and on about his financial brilliance, flattered by the rapt attention of his young bride-to-be. Danielle appeared to listen raptly. Her little butt twitched faster and faster as Tony increased the speed and force of his fucking. Suddenly her slim body tensed, then shuddered. She clawed the railing. A flood of steamy cunt juice flowed down her legs. It was the only sign she gave that she was having an orgasm.
Armand babbled on…
Lita whirled away from the window and hurried off down the hall, unable to watch any longer. Not only was she disgusted with the mean trick they were pulling on that poor old man, she was almost sick with envy of Danielle. She'd counted so much on balling Tony again, and she needed it desperately. She was actually whimpering with need.
She decided to go outside and cool off. There was one part of the grounds where no guests came, the utility area which contained the eight-car garage and the small cabin where Miles the chauffeur lived. She strolled into that area, still sighing and whimpering. Her poor pussy felt like it was on fire with need, and helpless cunt cream soaked her panties.
Damn, damn it all, why couldn't she have Tony? She'd been sure he'd want her again, search her out, but apparently he was more excited by skinny little bitches with money. Lita stalked angrily along, muttering Spanish curses under her breath against Danielle. A girl with tits no bigger than lemons, a girl scrawny and bony like a boy-that fool Tony didn't know what he was missing…
"Well, hello there, little lady," said Miles.
Lita whirled around, startled. She'd been so absorbed in her angry thoughts, she hadn't seen the powerful balding chauffeur coming out of his cabin. He had a pint of whiskey in his big paw and was obviously feeling the effects of it. He leered at her.
"Having my own little party," he said. "Join me?”
"Why not?" Lita said gloomily. "I don't seem to be good enough for the people at the main party.”
"Buncha rich shitheads," Miles proclaimed. "Fuck 'em.”
Privately Lita was inclined to agree. She followed Miles into his cabin and let him fix her a drink. The cabin had one large main room and a kitchenette. Lita began to feel uneasy when she saw the large double bed in the corner. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come in here alone with Miles.
"There you go," he said, handing her a glass. He took the chair next to hers and looked at her intently. "Still mad at me about yesterday?”
"Yes," Lita said frankly. "I don't like to be forced. I like to choose my men.”
"Well, what would it take to get you to choose me?" said Miles. "I didn't wanta force you, baby, but I got such a letch for you, I can’t control it. And you gotta learn to fuck sometime, right? Why not let me teach you? I've had plenty of experience.”
Lita didn't know what to say. She knew it would be unwise to anger Miles by telling him she found him ugly and brutish. She swallowed her drink quickly and rose to leave.
"Hey," he said, "you hardly got here. I thought we could talk this thing over.”
"There's nothing to talk about, Miles," she said. "You're just not my type.”
She started for the door, but Miles, moving with amazing speed for so big a man, got there first. His huge powerful body blocked the doorway. Lita stood still, in a panic. She couldn't fight this gorilla. He could flatten her with one blow. And it looked as if words wouldn't do any good, either.
"Please, Miles," she said, "I just don't want to fuck you, that's all.”
Miles said nothing. He just stood there and looked at her, his eyes running quickly and hungrily up and down her curvy little body. Then suddenly he lunged for her. Lita screamed and tried to dodge him, but with his long reach he caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. He clamped his mouth down on hers, kissing her urgently, digging his tongue deep into her throat. Lita didn't like it at all. She pulled her head away in disgust.
"Why?" he said hoarsely. "Why do I turn you off? I’m no beauty, I know that, but I'm damned good in the sack, baby, believe me. Just let me show you… ”
"No, Miles," she said, pushing helplessly against his broad hard chest, "Please let me go.”
“No," he said. "No, not this time… "
He began to tug at her clothes, trying to tear them off, and Lita said in alarm, "Don't tear my uniform-I can't afford another.”
"I damn well will tear it, if you don't take it off," Miles said. "You got one minute to get naked, baby.”
He released her and went back to blocking the door. Lita knew that if she didn't remove her uniform, he'd tear it off, so she started to undress, sobbing quietly. Damn it, why had she been so stupid as to be alone with Miles? Yesterday should have taught her something. He'd do anything to have her even rape her.
"Yeah, yeah, take it off," Miles said huskily. "Now you're being smart.”
He watched intently as Lita stripped. She hated to do it in front of him, knowing it would only inflame his lust for her, but she knew it would come to this anyhow. There was no way she could escape this man. Tony wasn't going to save her this time.