"Please," she said, "I'm a virgin."
Miles laughed harshly. "Don't give me that bullshit," he said. "I know you Mex women start gettin' it on when you're just little kids. I ain't gonna do anything to you that hasn't been done before.”
Lita fought down her rage. She'd been accused all her life of being a loose woman, just because of her ancestry. No one would believe she was really a virgin. But she was, and she was terrified of losing it to this brute animal. As Miles set her down on the soft grass, she kicked him hard in the knee and started to run.
"Come back here, you little bitch," Miles bellowed.
She didn't get far. He had only to extend one long powerful arm and seize her by the ankle. Lita went sprawling onto her face, her short skirt flying up over her panties. Miles' breathing was very loud now. As she struggled desperately to pull her ankle from his hard grip, she could hear him crawling up behind her.
"I don't understand you," he panted. "You must be really hot for it, after all those years in the convent. I could give you a real good time, baby. Come on, knock off the act. Be nice to Miles.”
"I'd rather fuck a pig," Lita sobbed.
She couldn't jerk her ankle loose from his grip. She felt his hot moist breath as he stared at the small rounds of her pretty little ass. Then his big sweaty hand was on her, tugging at her panties. She wailed in terror and tried to crawl away, but it only assisted him as he pulled her panties down to her knees.
"Oh, Jesus," he said, "you got a beautiful gash, baby. Everything about you is beautiful.”
Lita blushed hotly. She knew he was staring at her naked pussy, and there was nothing she could do to cover herself. No man had ever looked at her there before. My God, she could feel him breathing right on her exposed slit.
Miles found himself paralyzed for a moment with lust and admiration. Maybe the chick was a virgin, after all. He'd never seen such a dainty little pussy. It was just a thin scarlet line of delicately moist flesh, with a fringe of glossy black curls. Her cunt mouth was so tiny, he could hardly make it out. But virgin or not, he wanted her. He'd been wanting her for days.
Lita heard him unzipping his fly, and that noise gave her the strength and courage to try one more escape. She jerked violently and managed to wrench her ankle out of his pig paw. She started to get to her feet, and then Miles hit her a glancing blow on the head. She was stunned for a moment, rolling over onto her back. When her vision cleared, Miles was crouching over her, his hot breath fanning her face.
"Oh, baby," he said mournfully, "why don't you cooperate? You're such a little lady, I don't wanta hurt you. It's just a simple little fuck, that's all. You'll dig it.”
"No, I won't," Lita said hotly, "not with you. You better let me go, Miles, or I'll tell Mr. Barton.”
“No, you won't," Miles said, his voice husky and crooning, "not after I ball you, baby. You'll like it so much, you'll be begging for more. You just relax and let me show you… ”
He sat on her belly, just hard enough to pin her down, and with his big callused hands he started to unbutton the front of her dress. Lita sobbed and begged him to let her go, but his big brute face was intent on her thrusting tits, closed to all her pleas. He got her dress open and reached around her to unhook her bra.
"I been wondering if those gorgeous jugs are for real," he said. "Now I'm gonna find out.”
Lita didn't know what else to say. Words didn't move him. All she could do was wait for the right moment to escape. She might have to kick him in the balls, which she hated to do to any man, but if necessary she'd do it to save herself from this animal. She lay back limp, shuddering as he drew off her bra.
"Holy Christ," he whispered.
Lita's breasts, free of the bra, stood straight up even when she lay on her back. They were large breasts for such a small woman, each one big enough to fill Miles' enormous hands. Her light brown nipples were large, too, cone-shaped and silky soft. Miles moaned longingly as he started to fondle her tits. Lita prepared herself for pain, but he was surprisingly tender.
"You got the most beautiful tits I ever saw," Miles told her, "and I've seen quite a few in my time.”
His huge sweaty hands closed over her tender ripe tits, and Lita gasped. No man had ever seen her breasts before, no man had touched them, and she was astonished at how good it felt. His eager fondling set off nerve endings that seemed to reach right to her pussy. As he gently but hungrily squeezed her soft breasts, she felt her cunt getting warm and moist.
In spite of her loathing for the man, she felt her nipples quickly going erect and rigid against his palms, stimulated by his exciting touch. Yes, it was very pleasant to have a man play with her tits-but she wished it was someone else besides Miles. She wanted a handsome young guy, not this balding brute.
"Please let me go," she whined, "please… I don't want to do it with you, Miles. I want to save it for when I marry.”
That was a lie, but she hoped it would work.
Miles looked guilty for just a moment, then grinned cynically.
"Sorry, honey," he said, "but I just can't stand to let you go. Blame your employers. There's all this great pussy around here-Mrs. Barton and that brat Irish-and they won't even give me the time of day. I get all worked up, you know? I can't help myself. I gotta have it… ”
He was through playing with her breasts. They were swollen up now from his touch, the nipples erect and saucy, but Miles was interested in other parts of her curvy little body. He moved downward, sitting on her legs, and pushed her skirt up. With her panties down around her ankles, she was exposed to him, forced to endure his horny leer as he saw her lush black pubic triangle.
He ran his hand over her silky muff. "Nice little bush," he said, "and I bet there's even nicer stuff behind it.”
Lita was getting very nervous. It didn't look like she was going to get a chance to kick him, to escape. She whimpered and squirmed, but Miles' superior weight kept her securely pinned down. He reached back and pulled her panties off over her feet.
"Let's just have a look at that little pussy," he said hoarsely.
"Oh, nooo," Lita whined.
He could move her around like she was a limp doll. To her horror he seized her legs, forcing them back till her bent knees touched her swollen tits, exposing her lewdly. He was gawking at her naked pussy, and there was nothing she could do about it. She blushed with shame.
Miles smacked his lips loudly, lewdly, "That looks real tasty," he chuckled, "real tasty… ”
Then suddenly he was diving for her crotch. Lita felt his hot sweaty face against her tender inner thighs, his fiery moist breath on her naked gash. She whined in terror-then suddenly gasped. A breathtaking jolt of pleasure ripped through her body as Miles’ big rough wet tongue began tickling back and forth over her crotch.
She lay absolutely still, realizing that a man was eating her pussy, going down on her, for the first time. In spite of her repulsion for the burly chauffeur, she felt hot excitement. All right, she would let him have his way for a few moments, just to see how it felt to have her pussy licked. She relaxed and let her legs fall open. She felt his tongue tickling the little wrinkle of her asshole, then lapping wetly over her swollen pussylips and onto the small hot button of her clit.
It felt so good, she could hardly suppress squeals of pleasure. Nothing in her life had felt so good as his lewd loud licking of her horny little snatch. She felt her cunt starting to cream, and she couldn't stop it. The hot sticky juice leaked out onto his flushed face, and she knew he could feel it, too.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he panted, "dig it… I feel that cream… You just relax. Miles will make you want it… ”