Chapter 1

The doorbell rang at a most inopportune moment for Jeff Bardell, Jr. He had crept up behind his Mexican maid, Lupita, and had just reached out swiftly and lifted her skirt to reveal a voluptuous, pink-clad bottom. She gasped, of course, and leaped as if she had been goosed. And the chimes sounded in the entry hall. "Meester Bardell!" she exclaimed, facing him and smoothing down her simple black skirt as color suffused her cheeks.

He smiled disarmingly. "Just.a little joke," he said. "Go on with your work."

"You want for me to answer the door?" she asked.

"No. Never mind. Ill get it." He would have had her on the sofa before she knew what was happening, he thought. Now she was forewarned and, if she wasn't the sort who cared to play games with an employer, he might have a difficult time getting to her.

As he walked to the door, he mentally cursed the damned fool who was waiting there. He flung the door open. "Mister Bardell?" "Yes."

"Sign here. Special delivery." Jeff signed, took the letter, and returned to the sunken living room. The letter was from his father's law firm in Cannon Oaks. More foolishness, he assumed, and placed it unopened on a chair. There were always papers to be signed in connection with his allowance or trust funds. They were an abysmal bore, but he supposed they were necessary in order to keep the money coming.

Lupita had proceeded with her dusting into the den, which was connected to the living room by a folding door at one side of the fireplace. The outer wall of the living room, den, and master bedroom beyond was made entirely of glass, and it overlooked the hillside that tumbled down to Sunset Boulevard and some twenty-five square miles of Los Angeles below that.

Jeff moved quietly to the den doorway, a sly smile lighting his lean, almost bony face. He was not handsome, but neither was he repulsive-looking. His height was average, his build wiry, his hair sandy-colored and growing sparse although he was only twenty-nine, and his eyes were Arctic blue. He had a prominent, but not-quite-classical nose.

He stood there for a moment, watching the girl as she dusted the low-slung furniture and the telescope mounted in front of the glass wall on a tripod. She was unaware of his presence, but he doubted if he could sneak up on her so effectively this time.

Lupita was an immigrant from Sonora. Jeff's wife, Sophia, had arranged for her through an agency where she had signed a paper guaranteeing employment. This was necessary in order for the Mexican girl to gain permission to live in the United States. Sophia had stipulated that she wanted someone young and attractive. Lupita filled the bill nicely.

She had black hair, of course, and it was moderately long. Caught by a ribbon over the crown of her head, it cascaded over her back like a waterfall. Her skin coloring was light. She had high cheekbones and enormous dark eyes. And her mouth hinted at suppressed sensuality.

In the day and a half she had worked for the Bardells, Jeff had not had the opportunity to learn much about her figure. It was evident she had lots of bosom, since the front of her uniform dress billowed outward, but the dress was bulky and, anyway, a man couldn't tell about a girl's breasts until he had seen them in the nude. Brassieres could perform amazing magic. In addition to turning molehills into mountains, they could make fallen breasts look like rocket nose cones. A man had to see them unadorned and unsupported to know how good they really were.

Her legs were sleek and trim from the knees down. Just a little while ago, he had glimpsed the rest of those legs-where they flared into delicious fullness as they rose to join her crotch. And what he had seen of her pantied crotch had been very stimulating also.

He intended to see the rest of her now-if that were possible short of rape. He drew a line against using force with women. That was stupid-not only for a man in his position, for any man at all. There was too much to be gained by persuasion and chicanery for violence ever to be justified.

As he moved up to her, she heard him and quickly straightened, turning around. He wasn't sure if her dark eyes were registering fear or curiosity or excitement.

"The dusting can stop for a while, Lupita."

"But Meesus Bardell said ..."

"Forget what Mrs. Bardell said. You're working for both Mrs. Bardell and me aren't you?"

"Si. I mean, yes, sir."

"So if I tell you not to dust, you'll stop dusting, won't you?"

"Yes."

"And if I tell you to do something else-anything at all-you'll do it. Right?"

"Anytheeng, Meester Bardell?"

"Well, let's say anything that won't hurt you. Naturally, you want to please Mrs. Bardell and myself so that you won't have to go back to Mexico. Isn't that correct?"

"Oh, yes. I want to stay in United States."

"Good." He smiled broadly. "Then I'll tell you what I want you to do, Lupita. I want you to undress for me."

"But thees ees your dress. You geeve it to me to wear."

He chuckled. "You don't understand. I want you to take the dress off."

Her mouth formed a pretty pink circle as she said, "Oh. All right. I put on other uniform." She put down her dusting cloth and headed toward her room at the back of the apartment.

He took a couple of quick steps and grasped her by the arm. He turned her to face him.

"You still don't understand, darling," he said. "I want you to take off the dress here, right now, and I don't want you to put another dress on. I want you with no dress on. No dress at all."

"No dress?" She was shocked.

"No dress. And, as long as we're being specific, no slip . . . no stockings ... no brassiere . . . and no panties."

"You want for me to take off my . . . how you say eet? Pahnteez?"

"'Your panties."

Color came quickly to her cheeks and she straightened up, thrusting her bounteous bosom forward. "Oh, no! Lupita no take off pahnteez!"

He studied her objectively, as a scientist might study a problem in physics. She seemed adamant. But he had learned from long experience that a girl's initial reaction furnished no clue to her true attitude toward sex. Girls reacted first out of superficial considerations. A man's problem was simply to break through the superficiality, to probe deeper, to reach the girl in a way that would cause her to react from her innermost nature. Sometimes this way was physical-to bowl the girl over, as he had first intended to do with Lupita. Sometimes a more subtle approach was called for.

In the case at hand, he didn't feel that subtlety or even physical exertion ought to be necessary, since the girl worked for him and was in danger of being deported if he found her work unsatisfactory. Still, he didn't want to take her as an unwilling participant. He would find little pleasure in that.

"Darling," he said. "I'm hurt that you don't trust me. You think I have something bad in mind. I don't. I just want to look at you."

"Just look?"

He smiled. "That's all. I like all beautiful things-trees, flowers, sunsets, lovely women. I like to look at them."

She hesitated, her face still pink and her eyes shining. Then she repeated, "Lupita no take off pahnteez."

"All right." He opened his hands in a gesture of acquiescence. "You won't take off your panties. Just take off your dress and slip. That's fair enough, isn't it?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I don't theenk thees ess right theeng to do."

He laughed. "Lupita, you're charming, but you don't understand the customs of our country. Here it isn't a sin for a girl to show herself. Look at the beaches, the magazines, the shows, even the Broadway stage."

"We have those kind of girls in Mexico, too, senor. But they are not decent."

"You know," he said, regarding her with amusement, "I'm going to show you just how wrong your attitude is. I'm going to sit over here in this chair." (He retreated to the chair and sat.) "And you're going to take off your dress and slip. I'm going to look at you and I'm not going to make a move. That will prove to you that there's nothing bad about it."

She thought only briefly before she said, "No. Lupita no take off dress and sleep."

He sighed. "Very well. If you will not please me, you will not."

"I work," she said. "I work good. I clean. I feex meals. I do good job, no?"

"Those things are all very well, but if you don't really want to please me ..."

"You will not sent me back to Mexico, senor. Please."

"If you don't like the customs of our country, I don't see why you want to stay here."

"I like good job, nice money, nice place to leeve."

"But you don't want to show your beautiful body. Tsk-tsk. Such a pity."

She walked up to him. "You are going to send me back?"

"I don't want to, Lupita. Please believe me."

"Oh, senor! I don't know what I should do."

She obviously was going through great torment. So was Jeff. Seeing her in the nude, and possessing her if he liked what he saw, had suddenly become the most important thing in the world to him.

But he maintained a studiously casual attitude.

"I'm afraid I'll have to call the agency," he said. He shook his head and repeated, "Such a pity."

Lupita shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She blinked her large «yes. Her lips twisted. Her face grew more pink.

Finally she said, "Okay! I take off dress. Only dress."

"No. Your slip, also. You must take off your dress and slip."

"Senor!"

"Your dress and your slip, Lupita. I won't be satisfied with less."

She was breathing more rapidly, the huge mounds of breast-flesh in her dress bodice rising and falling.

He knew he had her. In agreeing to remove her dress, she had crossed the Rubicon.

She sighed. "Very well, senor. Ay! My papa would say I am aputa."

"You are not aputa. You are a sweet and lovely girl. I have all the respect in the world for you. Now, take off your dress and slip."

She hesitated for a final moment, her cheeks flaming, and then she reached around to her back and began lowering her zipper. Jeff watched with satisfaction.

Her dress had to be untied at the waist, and she took care of that. When her zipper was all the way down, she bent forward, lifted the dress, and brought it up her body and over her head. She placed it over the back of a chair and shook her hair into place. The shaking caused the exposed creamy flesh above her bra cups to quiver. Her bra and plain slip were pink.

"Very nice, darling. Very nice, indeed." He waited for the further, more enticing revelation.

Lupita hooked her thumbs around the waist elastic of her slip and drew the slip down, bending forward to carry it past her thighs and knees.

Jeff didn't know which was more appealing-the divided waterfall of flesh, restrained and concealed at its base by the cups of her bra, the sudden appearance of her pubic mound encased in snug-fitting pink bikini panties, or the creaminess of full upper thighs between the panties and the tightly cinched tops of her stockings. The stockings were dark, and this combined with the pink of her panties and the white of her garter straps to create added interest.

She stepped out of the slip and straightened up. Her face was now almost tomato-red.

Jeff riveted his gaze at the sleek V formed by the elastic legbands of her panties. The pink fabric was opaque but not shadow-proof. Jeff's cock began to throb.

"Turn around, dear," he told her. "I want to see the other side of you."

"You weel stay in the chair?"

"Yes, I'll stay in the chair. I promised, didn't I?"

Lupita didn't seem very sure of him, but she complied, turning until she faced the glass wall. He let his eyes sweep from her shoulders, where her black hair tumbled, down to her pink-blad bottom which was generous yet exquisitely curved to the bare backs of her thighs, to the shining dark tops of her stockings.

"Delightful," he murmured.

His cock was not responding so mildly. It was leaking its appreciation of what he saw, and his slim slacks had become uncomfortable for him.

He decided now was the time to become physical. The fact that she had removed her dress and slip proved to him that she would not resist seriously. And so, with utter disregard for his promise, he vaulted out of his chair and closed the distance between them.

Lupita heard him and started to turn around, but Jeff's hands were already sliding forward beneath her armpits. They grasped the cupped bulges of her breasts and squeezed as she wriggled.

"Meester Bardell!" she exclaimed, looking at him over her shoulder in fright while the lightly clad hemispheres of her buttocks brushed and twisted against his massive hard-on.

They felt very good to him. They felt so good that the goad he had against them grew to more formidable proportions, causing him pain due to the trouser-constriction.

He bent his head quickly and captured her parted lips. Holding her close to him by pulling against her breasts, he kissed her lustfully, using his tongue. She smelled good and she felt wonderful; now as she suddenly stopped struggling and whimpered in her throat, her mouth opened all the way under the pressure of his, and her tongue began to slide against his own.

When the mutual kiss ended, her eyes remained closed. Her swollen lips gleamed juicily. She kept them parted and she was panting, her breath warm and sweet.

He ran his right hand inside one of the bulging cups of her brassiere and thrilled to the hardness of her nipple. Rubbing his hand in a circle inside the left cup, he used his other hand to release the bra. It was a three-hooker, and as the last hook gave, her breasts surged forward, expanding into his palm. He quickly slipped his hand under the cup and grasped a full, satin-skinned melon with a prodigious stem. The stem burrowed against him.

He squeezed and she panted, "Ay, querido! Mas! Por favor, mas!

He didn't have to speak Spanish to grasp her meaning. He pushed up the other limp bra-cup and took her right breast in his left hand. He squeezed both breasts, applying just enough pressure. They were pliant at the surface, but very firm underneath.

It had been some time since Jeff had held such a magnificent pair, and now he had to see them. He pulled the bra away from her, which left them standing unobstructed, their plump, red-brown nipples canting out and upward. The nipples were a quarter of an inch in diameter and at least half an inch long. The circles around them must have measured two inches across. They were rough and provocatively puckered.

His mouth swooped and captured one turgid tit as he squeezed and jiggled the other breast in his hand. Lupita continued to jabber in Spanish, her head thrust back to arch her breasts as high as possible.

A white-hot thrill went through Jeff as he felt her hand fumbling for his cock. She clutched the distention of his trousers.

"The zipper," he said at her ear. "Get the zipper."

She felt for the tab, found it, and drew the zipper down slowly.

His boxer-style shorts presented no problem. Now she was caressing his rod, her hand moving avidly up and down the sex-slick length of it.

He took only a few moments of that before he swept her up in his arms and carried her through the doorway into the master bedroom, her naked breasts rolling and quivering atop her rib cage. He dropped her not too gently in the center of the king-sized bed and stepped back to remove his clothes.

She twisted and spread her legs, her pantied buttocks sliding against the bedspread. The narrow crotch of her panties did a poor job of concealment and as he stared at the black little pussy hairs peeking out at him, he couldn't disrobe fast enough.

When he was finally ready, he went to her and peeled her panties down, throwing them over the foot of the bed.

A sliding caress of his lips down over her rounded belly terminated at the little crease of her pussy. He placed his other hand under her knee and lifted her leg to his kiss. The inner slope of her thigh was hot and fragrant with musky, womanly scent. He licked it and captured as much flesh as he could hold between his lips.

She was crying and panting and pulling at his head. It was plain where she wanted him to go. He didn't accommodate her, however. He skipped to her other thigh instead. He held that leg up in the air and kissed the entire portion of it above her stocking top while his fingertips slipped easily into her vagina.

Judging by the way she had acted and talked when he first began going after her, she would have been a virgin. He didn't think so, but it was possible. He wanted to find out, so he thrust two fingers in all the way.

She squealed and thrust her pelvis at him, bucking and rotating. Virgin she was not. At least one Mexican boy had been there.

And now it was his turn. He pulled the moist lips of her pussy apart and gazed at the delectable flesh revealed to him. Her vagina winked at him, groping for the cock that was not there yet and her little clitoris peeked out from its hood, growing under his stare. Meanwhile, Lupita was churning more fiercely than ever.

"Ooo, Jeff! Kiss me-kiss me there, pleeze! Oh, I can't stand eet!"

Jeff grinned. "Kiss you where, Lupita?" he taunted.

"Ooo, you bad man, you make me say all those nasty theengs! And I can't stand eet much more. My poossy! Eat me poossy!"

Chuckling with self-satisfaction, Jeff dipped down to her oozing slot; his large tongue slithered into her labia.

Instantly, Lupita's legs gripped his head in a deadlock vise as moans and unheard-of Spanish words tumbled from her lips.

Jeff found her cunt suitable to his taste-in fact, not quite as pungent as most women, and a little on the sweet side. He formed a suction over her clit with his lips and began drawing her deeper and deeper into his mouth, and at the same time, his tongue whipped the little bud with a frenzy. The result was instant climax, a torrent of Spanish, a few wild gyrations, and then a suddenly limp body.

He decided he'd better get his cock in fast before she lost interest-but he had nothing to worry about.

"Ooo, lover, fuck me! Fuck me so hard! Hurry!" She was saying it in English this time.

He lost no time in falling upon her, and his cock slipped easily inside. For an instant Jeff feared he would come right away-she was so hot, and her infernal cunt muscles were squeezing the life out of him-and neither of them had even moved yet.

"Jesus, Lupita! You're making me crazy!"

But all she said was, "It feel so goood! You have such a nice cock . . . nice cock . . . nice ..."

He took a deep breath-which was difficult as his face was well smothered in her billowy breasts-and with determination, began to thrust slowly in and out.

"No, no, you must do eet faster, more faster!" Lupita wailed. She began to thrust her pussy up at him wildly, at a mad pace he could scarcely keep up with.

Not to be outdone, he gave her a rapid series of jackrabbit strokes and decided to go whole hog. He grabbed her tits in his hands and mashed them together while he slammed his mouth down on hers and drove his tongue deep into her throat, jabbing in and out with the same rhythm his cock jabbed in and out of her twat. He felt her body quivering, readying for the big one, and knew it was useless to prolong this any further. He jammed his shaft in to the hilt and felt her walls closing around him-and then he gushed . . . and gushed . . . and gushed . . . until there was nothing left to gush. As the last trickles of jism oozed from his rapidly deflating prick, Jeff realized Lupita was still coming, so for good measure he gave her a few more pumps, then pulled out exhausted.

He lapsed with a blissful sigh as she rubbed her hands all over his head and cheeks and told him in Spanish what a wonderful lover he was. He didn't understand the words, of course, but the meaning was made clear by her tone and by the little happy moans that were still emitting from her.

Gradually her legs fell away and he rolled free, coming to rest on his back.

"Oh, Meester Bardell!" she breathed. "That was so esplendidol"

"Damned right!" he growled, realizing his powers of recovery were quicker than he had thought as his limp erection was miraculously beginning to show renewed signs of life. He leaned over and pulled one of her big breasts to his lips.

He spent a long time enjoying her nipples, and as he did, she gave him a hand-job until he had a roaring hard-on ready to explode in the palm of her delicate-but talented-little hands. He rolled her onto her belly so he could enjoy her ass for a while.

He caressed it and squeezed it and patted it and separated her asscheeks so he could see her little brown anus puckering up at him.

She squirmed at this, and he wondered if she'd ever been ass-fucked. Well, there was only one way to find out. Before she could figure out what was happening, he slid his body up her back and poked at her rosebud with the head of his cock.

"Mmmm ..." he heard her gurgle excitedly.

Encouraged, he wiped spit over the crown and then began to force his erection in. He gained entrance a little at a time, pushing in and then pulling out, and pushing in a little farther on the next round. When he was halfway there, and no protests were forthcoming from Lupita, he could stand it no longer. With one lunge he buried his now fully erected cock into her spongy asshole.

Lupita gave a soft cry and Jeff held his position until he felt her buttocks thrusting into him, urging him on. He reached around and grabbed a handful of her tits, squeezing them roughly, and then began to thrust in and out. Looking down, he saw his cock was streaked with shit, which allowed him enough lubrication to glide smoothly into her, and this excited him all the more.

Lupita was pulling on her own nipples between his fingers, and gyrating against him wildly. "Steeck your feengers een in my poossy!" she begged. "Please, Meester Bardell ..."

Jeff took her suggestion and shoved as many fingers as possible into her sloppy wet vagina, jerking them in and out as if they were a dildo. He felt her premature climax as the walls of her cunt rippled down the length of his fingers, and at the same time he felt her bending and grabbing his balls in one hand. The harder she climaxed, the harder she squeezed his nuts. And then he, too, was unexpectedly spurting his seed deep into her butt, and they finished together, somehow with him ending up on top of her.

She flattened on the bed-or became as flat as was possible for a girl with such abundant rear dimensions-and he lay atop her for several minutes. She didn't complain about his hundred and sixty pounds.

After they finally got up, he asked, "Why did you play so hard to get when you wanted it as much as I did all the time?"

"Hard to get?" she repeated inquiringly. Her voice was soft and her face was pleasantly flushed. She seemed very happy.

"You know. Why did you refuse me?"

"I refuse because I am not puta."

"But you gave in as soon as I touched you."

"I cannot help myself then. I am woman, no?"

"You are woman, yes!"

She moved up to him and her huge breasts kissed the front of his chest. "I want you very much, but I cannot say that. I know no man in United States. I ... how you say? Suffer."

"You won't have to suffer any more, sweetheart," he replied as he caressed her bare buttocks.

"And you no send me back to Mexico?"

He chuckled. "Don't worry about that." He smacked her smartly on the behind. "Now go get fixed up and let's finish that dusting, no? This place is a mess."

"Si, si," she said, laughing as she quickly gathered her clothes.

He watched her buttocks twist delightfully as she went into the bathroom. He turned and strode nude to the living room, deciding he might as well have a look at the letter.