The young woman approached Margo Chandler with a look of perplexity. "Excuse me, but I need something that addresses my lack of curves. like, my boyfriend wants me to dress sexy. like, he's bored with the traditional low-cut negligees and pop-out bras. I have to be careful what I buy, because, like, I've got no tits."
Margo suppressed her smile. She'd heard it put more subtly, but judging from her age and poise, that concern had been accurately related. The girl was pretty but flat-chested. "You've come to the right place. I have the essentials that will improve that situation and satisfy your boyfriend."
Margo was an expert in dressing women for those romantic moments. She ran a lingerie business called the Golden Chemise, an operation that paralleled the biggest chain in the business but with a unique difference: Margo personally designed her wares. A gifted artist, she worked closely with the manufacturer and a team of seamstresses, submitted preliminary sketches, supervised their production and inspected the results before placing them on her racks. Margo's creations were of the highest quality material, and sewn with the finest thread. She stood behind the craftsmanship of her apparel.
Margo loved sexy lingerie. She believed a woman should feel special when spending prime time with her man. She patiently listened to their needs and fashioned bedroom attire that revolved around them.
Although managing a boutique near the elegant Michigan Avenue shopping district of Chicago, Margo also arranged private demonstrations. Some of her customers were reticent about sifting through her provocative goods, much less walking into the shop. To accommodate their calls for confidentiality, she packed an assortment of unmentionables that could be savored in one's home.
Her customers threw parties that specifically showcased her latest creations. The results were often startling. Those most inhibited drank until the lines of discrimination dissolved. Margo watched couples succumb to animal instinct as the night developed. The sight of her hottest items in stock precipitated the most outrageous behavior. Frequently, Margo was propositioned.
Her powerful allure invariably surfaced during those presentations. The silk, the lace, the naughty under things and Margo fueled their desire.
Margo, an ash-blonde of forty-three, could have easily modeled the silk garments she invented. Her slender frame accentuated anything she wore. The punishing exercise routine she followed kept her deliciously trim. Her green eyes and thick, sensual lips embellished her glamour. Lithe and vivacious, she typified the aspirations of women who arrived at the milestone of forty. Her rounded breasts retained their firmness. Her legs were remarkably flawless. A man with an average hand span could have encompassed half her waist.
Margo treasured her independence. For years, she resisted marriage, fearing it would affect the outcome of her work. She considered herself a "free spirit," a woman with the soul of a gypsy. Unaccountable to no one, she did as she pleased and, therefore, wove her magic.
Margo savored the daily human interaction. Her customers were both women and men. Although her things were specifically for the female gender, men visited her shop to purchase suggestive gifts for their wives or girlfriends. Business executives shopped for their mistresses. Assisting them was her pleasure.
Her merchandise wasn't cheap, but habit-forming. She charged exorbitant prices, not to consistently turn a profit, but to maintain her lofty standards. Margo was a perfectionist. She knew her clientele expected excellence, and delivered it without fail.
Margo sat with her customer and went over some sumptuous alternatives. Her glossy photographs furnished some mouth-watering ideas. "Being small-breasted isn't the end of the world," Margo commented. "Some men prefer women of a lesser size. They feel they are more sensitive to stimulation. Don't believe, even for a moment, all men place total emphasis on breasts."
"Yeah. like, there's Ass Men and Leg Men."
"Precisely." Margo assessed her figure. "You have many attributes that aren't receiving their fair share of attention. Your thighs, for example, are underrated. They're delightful. A silk teddy will position you for success. Your der-riere is worthy of equal praise."
The girl's eyes sparkled in entertaining the possibilities. "like, you really think I ought to get a teddy?"
"Or, perhaps, Baby Doll pajamas."
"Excuse me, Miss Chandler," interrupted her assistant, Amanda Hunt, "but there's a Mike Brennan who demands discussing a purchase with you."
"Can't you see I'm in consultation? He'll need to make an appointment." Margo refrained from raising her voice. Amanda was efficient, yet impetuous. She often let the-likelihood of a sale go to her head. Margo had known upon hiring the petite redhead that she lacked people skills, but felt competent about cultivating her into a valuable employee.
Amanda failed to take the hint. "He insists upon having a word with you."
Margo saw that her withering gaze went unnoticed. "Very well. Please help this young woman while I attend Mr. Brennan."
She endeavored to see her impatient customer with a semblance of dignity. Margo disliked pushy people, and specifically had no use for those who tried negotiating price. When weighing the amount of effort that went into each piece, she was appalled at the haggling largely practiced.
Other customers browsed through her aisles. The Golden Chemise was rarely empty. A constant procession filled the store, customers prepared to write hefty checks or surrender large bills.
Mike Brennan, she discovered, defied her perception of the classic bargain-hunter. Approximately six feet of solid man awaited her in the conference area. Of rugged bearing, he reminded her of the fiercely masculine men with whom she had affairs. She estimated his age between forty-four and forty-six. His black hair had thinned on top, yet was worn thick in back. On Mike, she thought, it enhanced his desirability. His blue eyes seized her with a stirring intensity. She involuntarily skipped a step.
"Are you Margo Chandler?" he asked, rising to his feet. His deep voice gave her the chills.
She nodded. "You had a question about some of our items?"
He cleared his throat. "I hope I didn't intrude upon your time. I hadn't meant to dispatch your assistant with such urgency."
Margo gestured to the chair which he previously occupied. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
He extended his hand to the one empty chair beside him. Margo permitted him to draw back . the seat. He waited until she crossed her stunning legs before sitting. His choice of aftershave, a rustic scent, pleased her.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Brennan?"
Those blue eyes lured her into captivity. "I'm interested in purchasing the entire collection of your French Silk line."
She lifted her eyebrow. "All of it?"
He nodded. "I've passed your front window dozens of times in the past week and can't erase those items from my mind. They're a stroke of genius."
Margo silently calculated the amount of money she stood to receive from the transaction. "That's a substantial acquisition. Your wife is a lucky woman."
"I'm divorced."
Margo noticed his hair-rough wrists. His hands were large, his fingers thick and long. "Then your girlfriend should be extremely happy."
He grinned. "Are they of your measurements?"
"No. I designed them for a woman with more voluptuous dimensions. They are alterable."
His thigh pressed against hers. Margo barely contained her quiver. When his knees came apart, she avoided glimpsing his crotch. "How quickly can that be accomplished?"
Margo shrugged. "I can send them out to my seamstresses immediately. The modifications should be complete within a day or two."
"Please, do so at once."
"Shouldn't you verify the measurements before the work is done?"
He scanned her body, from the shoulders down to her crossed legs. His frank evaluation forwarded another feverish wave. "Yours are ideal." He removed his checkbook from his suit jacket. "Now, kindly state my final cost."
Mike's expression didn't falter after Margo quoted him the amount. He wrote with a Mont
Blanc pen, a status symbol among executives. His signature flowed evenly on the paper. After tearing it smoothly from the perforated line, he made certain to brush her arm when submitting it.
Again, Margo endured a tingling reception. Mike signified authority and magnetism. Her nipples enlarged from the vibrations he exuded. Her pussy constricted after moisture dribbled from her core. She responded strongly to him.
Mike pocketed one of her cards from the dish at the table. "I believe we'll be doing business on a regular basis. I admire your talent. I understand from your assistant that everything in the store originated from your drawing board. You devised each article."
"The Golden Chemise personally caters to one's tastes. The bulk of our work is customized."
He clasped her hand. An electric current passed through her. Margo underwent a palatable shock. "Thank you for your time. I will return in two days to collect my things."
"I hope the recipient of your generous gift is thrilled." He merely smiled, then departed.
Amanda materialized at her side. "That was a productive afternoon. The girl bought three of those teddies and two sets of Baby Doll pajamas. I take it the gentleman purchased your entire French Silk collection?"
"Yes," Margo said, clearing her throat. "We have to send it to Collette for alterations."
"So, that was the purpose of his summons. Did he have accurate measurements?"
"He wishes to use mine."
Amanda's eyes narrowed. "I don't understand."
"Neither do I."
Margo closed her shop precisely at five, then returned to her Lake Shore Drive condominium. Mike Brennan was very much on her mind upon entering her luxurious duplex. His unforgettable sensuality haunted her all afternoon. Rarely did a male customer make that kind of impression. His features were vividly engraved in her memory. She recalled the potent charge she sustained when they accidentally touched. He lent the opinion he was a skilled and imaginative lover.
The thought of lying naked with him made her wet. Getting groped by those enormous hands brought a quivering tightness. She practically felt his rough exhalations over her nude flesh.
Unconsciously, Margo lowered a hand over her mound and squeezed. Her toes curled from the raging voltage. Her nipples were transformed into stiff peaks.
After a moment, she recovered. Ever since
Mike left, she had wanted to fondle herself. Amanda gave her no opportunity; she intermittently shadowed her footsteps. She didn't blame her assistant; the girl had no way of knowing how deeply Mike affected her.
Margo stripped off her clothes. She discarded her slitted skirt, then removed her blouse. The mirror that spanned the wall of her great room captured her in the varying stages of undress. She smiled at her reflection. Margo took tremendous pride in her body. The hours she invested in conditioning and toning yielded her steep dividends. Her slim thighs and shapely calves attested to that regiment.
Her ash-blonde hair draped her rounded shoulders. Her breasts jutted prominently, enclosed in satin and lace. The matching panties were cut to the fringe of her blonde thatch. Its frilly border obscured the stray wisps.
Margo was the best advertisement for her lingerie: she constantly modeled it.
She strolled through her spacious dwelling, defiant of the chain of shadeless windows. Margo had a tinge of exhibitionism. In her industry, flaunting one's body was heavily promoted. Margo had no problem if her neighbors regularly spied on her via telescope. She hoped she made their investment in one worthwhile. It also existed in the realm of possibility that while salivating over her exposed flesh, they fancied her undergarments and made a note of stopping by the shop.
Margo's bedroom was a lavish affair. She breezed into it, pleased with its bordello-like atmosphere. No expense had been spared in rendering that effect. Margo favored the extravagant decor, the sculptures, the velvet drapes and mirrors that were relative to such establishments. Her version contained no imitations.
Margo had a passion for antiques. Her furnishings revolved around that theme. Each room represented a different period. The income she generated from her business financed the conversion of her home into a museum. Margo's ambition was to live among the relics of the past.
She treasured her old-fashioned canopied bed. An ornate mirror reflected down upon her. The dealer assured her the piece was authentic, having once belonged to a decadent countess.
Margo climbed on the bed, relishing its elegance. Her crotch smoothed over the satin bedding. She sobbed at the lush sensation. Her pussy tingled from lingering thoughts of Mike. His lasting touch continued to torment her. She had total recall of the pressure he exerted against her thigh; the caress of his fingertips on her arm; and his penetrating stare.
Keeping those elements in mind, she opened the drawer to her night stand. A three-speed vibrator awaited her use. She settled against the heap of pillows, propping herself. Her thighs moved apart, her feet sliding across the silk sheets in anticipation.
The silk panties Margo wore had three hidden snaps that opened the crotch area. She undid each of them, savoring their popping noise. Blonde fur peeked from the gap. With two fingers, she separated her thick cunt lips. Droplets of moisture clung to those pink folds.
Gazing above, she studied the reflection of her glistening flesh. Her snatch had that wet, hungry look. Her fingers drifted over that sodden patch, swirling. Her clit swelled beneath those purposeful rotations.
Images of Mike monopolized Margo's mind. She saw him without clothes, his face red and sweating. Urgently, he dragged her beneath him, seeking entry.
Margo turned the end section, which activated the machine's hum. Gently, she lowered the tip to her susceptible love button. At the point of contact, she came. Her brain had been fed explosive visuals. Her heels burrowed into the sheets, elevating her buttocks. The vibrator hotly pursued her spasming cunt. She rocked, digesting the shivers it produced.
"Yes," she whispered to her phantom lover. "Don't stop. Ohhhh. Give me more of it."
The oscillating tip pressed into her susceptible flesh, augmenting her pleasure. Trembling, she began her next ascent.
She moistened the rim of her lips with her tongue. Her nipples bulged beneath her silky finery. Her pussy retracted, then thrust at an imaginary cock. Mike's contorted features were mental pablum for her unraveling fantasy.
Intuitively, she recognized the animal in him. Margo identified those men which held their thirst in reserve. Once their passion had been roused, they became insatiable. To complete their satisfaction, they required several rounds of sex.
Margo pretended he jammed his dick into her wet pussy. She buckled from the fictitious impact. The joy of containing his frenzied cock made her swelter. Perspiration broke over her body as she writhed.
"Yes," she murmured, flogging her clit. "Fuck me. Make me cum."
She gritted her teeth while the humming apparatus brought into play the images that occupied her head. The juices oozed from her cunt. Jerking her hips, she simulated fucking. The vibrator circled her aroused clit, then pressed into it.
"Oh, God," she sputtered. "Oh, God! Ohhh."
Her hips snapped from the ferocious contractions that riddled her body. Her green pupils curved in their whites while she underwent that debilitation. Her buttocks slammed onto the silk sheets until she exhausted herself. Drained, she rolled on her side and curled into a ball. The shaking did not subside for several minutes.
A hostile eye was trained on Margo's convulsive display via a high-powered telescope. Situated in a building directly across from hers, that person glimpsed her in the throes of orgasm. Margo's fulfillment had been gripping. The owner of the Golden Chemise had been under scrutiny for weeks. Her erotic behavior was of keen interest.
Her watcher derived satisfaction from conducting a hidden surveillance. Becoming a regular customer of the Golden Chemise was the first step. Initially, it had brought some anxiety. Fear of recognition plagued that person. Fortunately, Margo failed to make the connection to someone she had once known.
Her beholder emerged from her well-guarded past. More than twenty years ago, Margo Chandler had committed a crime for which she had dodged retribution. She may have conveniently swept that sin under the carpet, but her spectator hadn't. After two decades, the search was over. Changing her name and appearance hadn't helped her escape detection.
Launching a wildly lucrative business had been her fatal mistake. It illuminated her path. Margo Chandler would pay with her life.
CHAPTER TWO
Not all of Margo's customers preferred house calls to maintain their anonymity. Some threw wild parties to commemorate her latest collection of bedroom chic. Many misbehaved scandalously, as though it were germane to the party's success.
Margo judged no one. She merely peddled her wares, oblivious to the outbreak of lust. Restricted to showing her skimpy undergarments, she prudently remained in the background. She distanced herself from her clients if possible. Mingling with them on a sexual level-particularly in a festive setting-proved unwise.
They invariably extended invitations. Margo occasionally indulged, but only after exercising discretion.
Her presence, along with the cr�me of her current line, was sought at the home of Rick and Nancy Hoffmann. Rick, along with several of his partners, established a flourishing law practice. The incessant flow of legal fees enabled Nancy to purchase whatever she desired. Rick nursed his wife's addiction to Margo's satin slips, pajamas and negligees. He paid substantial invoices without batting an eye.
Margo presumed he merely tolerated her spendthrift nature. Nancy claimed Margo's fashions made her horny. Her energized sex drive compensated him for the separation of his money.
Nancy loved flexing her financial muscle. Money was never an object. As a member of the nouveau riche, she staged one gala event after another. The caterers adored her. Gourmet foods and expensive wine were plentiful. Caviar and champagne were replenished at the snap of fingers. Nancy knew precisely how to dazzle her guests.
Margo's exhibition was to serve as Nancy's centerpiece. Nancy petitioned the proprietress of the Golden Chemise to delve into her racks and display the most exquisite garments that could be had. She insisted upon her most daring items.
To accommodate her request, Margo hired two models to slip into the designated unmentionables and parade about Nancy's palatial home. Margo had an ongoing agreement with an agency to provide her girls at a moment's notice. In lieu of payment, she supplied the owner a full complement of her goods.
Nancy was ecstatic upon seeing Margo and her entourage. "Wonderful! You're here. I take it you brought your usual stash."
Margo nodded at her twenty-four-year-old hostess. "The girls will begin at your signal."
"Get them dressed!" Nancy exclaimed. "I can't wait for my guests to get a load of your newest stuff."
She barely checked her enthusiasm. Having money to burn early on in her marriage, Nancy Hoffmann had yet to adopt poise and restraint. She embraced trends the second they became the rage. She personified the yuppie wife. Her blue eyes grew larger behind her designer frames. A gold hairband swept back her long blonde hair. A string of pearls rested at her throat. She wore a one-piece dress that hung on her slinky figure and emphasized her thin legs.
"If you would be kind enough to show us where to change," Margo said, "we can get started immediately."
"Honey, would you take care of it?" Nancy asked of her husband, Rick. "I was just on my way to the kitchen to check on the hors d'oeuvres."
She summoned a six-foot-two blond hunk from a cluster of people. The black frame glasses neutralized an otherwise intense face.
Clean-cut, lean and spruce-Rick resembled the able-bodied lawyer who reviewed his latest cases while jogging and took periodic sips of mineral water for refreshment. He didn't look the part of the wealthy young attorney who charged exorbitant retainers.
"Certainly, dear," he said, flashing Margo a grin.
Margo gestured to her models, Tiffany and Emma. They were willowy creatures on which her bedroom fare would look exquisite. "Let's get ready."
Though she had been to the Hoffmann home several times in the past, Margo had little to do with Rick. His involvement with clients and business meetings excluded him from Nancy's soirees. If present, he generally blended into the scenery-particularly during Margo's demonstrations. Rick maintained a low profile.
Whenever she glimpsed him, however, Rick Hoffmann returned her curious gaze. Approximately ten years her junior, he found something intriguing. Margo resisted exploring the focus of his attention.
"Will you be modeling some of your things as well?" he asked in a low voice during their journey to the appointed dressing room.
"No. The girls will handle that aspect."
"What a shame." He seemed genuinely disappointed.
Margo perceived something stronger than friendly vibrations. She caught his surreptitious glances. Those blue pupils edged in her direction, then retracted.
Margo silently questioned the kind of lover Rick was. In dissecting Nancy's behavior, Rick either pampered her in bed, or was quite complacent. Considering Nancy's whimsical flights, Margo assumed she did not give sex priority.
Rick's furtive glance set Margo's pulse into motion. Tension inhabited his body. He looked the coiled spring, at the verge of snapping. Hunger stormed through his flesh. Margo identified the signs.
She carefully switched those observations to the back burner. Rick's marital problems-if they truly existed-were not her concern. Philandering executives regularly frequented her shop. Margo could always tell them apart from those who made purchases for their wives: they paid cash and had an excellent idea what they wanted. She never lifted an eyebrow, nor doubted the purpose of their visit. She remained impartial to their straying. A person was entitled to keep secret his or her unhappiness at home.
Rick ushered them to a group of small rooms in the rear of the house. "You may use these. Each is equipped with a bathroom. Should you require anything further, please do not hesitate to ask."
Margo smiled. "We appreciate your hospitality-and patronage."
Once again, he fixed her with a profound expression. Margo wondered what thoughts ran through his head. Those blue eyes divulged nothing.
Emma and Tiffany prepared for their first change. Each hauled her bag into a separate room. Margo divided her extravagant array according to their physical endowments. Both girls tended to be slinky. Tiffany had more of a bust, and Emma's hips were a fraction wider.
She individually lent assistance. Margo wanted the girls to look fresh and enticing during their march. Their hair, make-up and carriage had to be impeccable. Margo insisted upon perfection.
"These people have money, don't they?" Emma asked while slipping a diaphanous teddy over her slender frame.
Margo smoothed out the wrinkles with a delicate caress. "It appears that way."
"I could get used to this kind of luxury." Dark-haired and dark-eyed, Emma bubbled with enthusiasm. "I wonder if there are any single guys."
"I rather doubt that. Nancy has primarily invited couples."
Emma disallowed the dampening of her exuberance. "I'd take a rich boyfriend on any terms-as long as he spoiled me."
Emma's comment sparked a memory that she had shuffled to the extreme corridors of her mind. Margo recalled someone of wealth and privilege in her past who had extended that offer. She shook her head, filing that unwanted recollection back into its compartment.
"Is something wrong?" Emma asked.
"No."
"You went pale."
Margo sighed. "I'm tired. Coordinating these engagements exhausts me."
Luckily, Emma chose not to pursue the matter. She, as did the others, knew Margo's energy levels were extraordinary. She finished dressing without further incident. The teddy she wore was essentially transparent, revealing her nipples and pubic thatch. In drenching light, Emma's privates would have been exposed. The Hoffmann's sagely reduced the brightness by switching the lamps to half their intensity, enabling Emma and Tiffany to freely traipse about.
Emma and Tiffany sashayed among the couples, halting conversations with their stunning attire. Tiffany brandished a mouth-watering nightgown that fastened to her delicious curves. They flitted from one room to the next, captivating their audience.
"Aren't they spectacular?" Nancy chattered to a neighboring group of friends. "Shouldn't every woman treat herself to those beautiful things?"
They nodded spiritedly.
"I'm sure Rick will gladly approve a large order."
Margo hid her amusement. She glanced at Rick, seeking confirmation of his sentiment. Nancy's golden-haired husband centered upon her, devoid of resentment. His fascination with Margo bordered on obsession. He could scarcely avert his gaze. Raw hunger radiated from his expression.
The temperature in the room climbed. Margo felt distinctly warm. She uncrossed her legs, then realized the moisture seeping from her pussy. Her nipples swelled beneath her lacy cups.
Margo had always thought Rick Hoffmann attractive, but never entertained notions of having sex with him. She discouraged immoral conduct with a client's spouse-even when propositioned, which wasn't uncommon. She did nothing to endanger her professional relationships.
Rick didn't appear to share her righteous views. He stared perversely at her, forwarding the tightness that overwhelmed her groin. Her pussy involuntarily clenched at the thought of having him.
The others were too enchanted by the models to take notice. Even the men were held captive by their seductive swirl and meaningful glances. Tiffany and Emma were positively alluring.
"Oh, honey, aren't they super?" Nancy chirped.
Rick shifted to his wife's beaming expression without missing a beat. "Without a doubt."
"I can't wait to see the rest!"
Margo deserted them, strolling leisurely through the rooms. Her cheeks burned from Rick's wanting gape. Either Nancy's home had poor ventilation, or she found it difficult to digest the attention focused upon her.
Emma and Tiffany returned shortly afterward for their next outfits. Margo oversaw their switch, providing minor assistance. Being professional models, they required little help. She laid out the next several outfits in the order she wished them exhibited.
Reluctant to return to the stifling atmosphere of the party, Margo lingered behind. She toured the far side of the house, in awe of its complexion. Nancy had secured the services of top consultants to achieve its current magnificence.
Margo entered what she assumed to be Rick's study. A roll-top desk with an old-fashioned lamp instantly seized her. A wall lined with shelves contained neatly arranged reference volumes. From its meticulous order, Margo wondered if Rick ever used the room.
She sat at the desk, impressed with its architecture. The leather-upholstered chair had a rich, masculine scent. The room itself had a rugged quality.
Within seconds of her arrival, Rick loomed at the door. His abrupt appearance startled Margo. Her initial reaction had been that she trespassed into forbidden territory. Rick's briefcase sat at the foot of the desk, feasibly containing confidential documents. Her cheeks flamed.
Rick placed a finger to his lips, then quietly shut the door. Noiselessly, he applied the lock. In two strides, he stood before Margo. His crotch was level with her face. Margo became immediately aware of his strained front. The shape of his erect cock bulged from his pants.
Margo's heart wildly hammered. Tingling surged through her body. Her breath came up short.
Rick smashed himself against her nose, cheeks and chin. That rock-solid mass pulsed. Moving his hips, he ground his thing into her amazed expression. She perceived his animal drive behind those smothering rotations.
Margo's earlier vow to dissuade client spouses went by the wayside. Lust powerfully arrested her. She had no control over the force that dominated her soul. She silently welcomed the ferocious press of his hard dick and its throbbing call.
Rick foresaw the evaporation of her will. He receded from her face to unzip. Margo panted at the sight of his elongated member. He yanked down his cotton briefs and let it stand on its own. His swollen cock spanned eight mouth-filling inches. Enclosing the trunk, he stroked it. The bulbous head turned purplish with excitement.
Margo acknowledged precipitating his urgency. His need for her principally caused Rick's "lift off." The prospect of a virile thirty-three-year-old male wanting her so desperately made her wet.
She opened her mouth for that initial taste of him. Rick steered himself into her oral warmth. He barely contained his gasp of ecstasy. He pushed himself wholly into her face. Margo managed to swallow him without incident. What didn't fit inside her cheeks went into her throat.
She peered at him while sucking. His blue eyes glazed over behind his glasses. He gripped her shoulders, savoring the vacuum into which he casted himself. He continued to push until cramming his balls to her chin.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered. His Adam's apple rippled. He held himself in the pit of her throat, gulping air. The fog that obscured his vision lifted. He stared at his dick protruding from Margo's gaping lips. Margo drew powerfully on him, discerning traces of pre-cum. Slowly, he extracted himself. He groaned as those moist lips clung to his taut skin. Bubbles of saliva dripped from his cock. He looked shaken, as though grasping what he'd just done.
Margo extended her tongue. The sculpted planes of his face, the curved nose, the cerulean pupils and ash blonde hair were native to most Scandinavians. In Rick, she thought them invigorating. The black frames didn't begin to diffuse the fire in his eyes. The domesticity he embraced was simply camouflage.
For whatever reason he pursued her, Margo reserved no opinion. She could not deny him-nor herself-that burning urge.
Meticulously, she licked Rick's balls. He seemed emotionally shorthanded for that jolting reception. He lurched at her initial gyration, then shuddered. Her subsequent slurps caused him to reel. His cock stood tall and throbbing. Margo disbursed her cascade of lather, one fragmenting whip after another. His taut sac became sticky with saliva.
"Yes," he gasped, incoherent. "Oh, yeah."
She cupped his tremulous buns. Rick trembled beneath her feathery touch. She pulled him to her open mouth and filled it. She dragged his bloated crown across her tongue before lowering him into that pleasing void. "Mmmmm," she hummed against his trapped flesh. "Mmmmm."
Rick probed her oral heat. He watched his cock sink into Margo's face. Her sensual lips rolled forward, consuming his rigid shaft. Gritting his teeth, he pushed into that ticklish vacuum and derived its benefits. Ahhhh. Beads of sweat broke across his forehead. Clutching the back of her head, he fed her the sum of his cock.
Margo took him in a deep, whimpering suck. Her fingertips dug into his bare ass cheeks. Her green eyes sparkled while she absorbed him. Those lush lips offered superb friction. Back and forth they went, twisting around his lengthy cock.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, plunging far into her mouth. "Suck it."
He sliced into that velvety refuge, letting hot saliva spill over his dick. Margo accepted him with ease. He had forgotten to use care when thrusting into her mouth, given the size of his cock. Nancy protested when he lapsed into that feverish delirium. Margo's cheeks bulged from her consumption of him. From his perspective, Margo appeared aroused from getting her mouth fucked. She liked having that part of him stuffed in her face and gladly took large quantities.
Roughly twenty years his wife's senior, Margo had a superior understanding of sucking cock. Rick attempted to visualize jamming himself into her pussy, yet couldn't. Margo's flickering tongue canceled further speculation. She trailed the roadmap of veins that encompassed his dick. Her tender pull prompted the flow of blood, enlarging him to capacity.
He staggered on his heels, giddy with joy. Margo groped his buns, then streamed down the backs of his hair-coarse thighs. She combed through the golden ringlets. Her revolutions brought alive every cell.
"Keep it going," he muttered, driving himself home. "Oh, yeah. Suck me, baby. Suck my cock. Pump me with those sweet lips. Keep my dick wet."
Margo obeyed. Hungrily attached to his pulsating member, she went into a swoon. Licking those pronounced veins, along with the tense skin, kept her busy. She provided him pulse-leaping tongue activity. His oncoming cock muffled Margo's sobs. Groaning, he swung into that quivering ring. He listened to the slick sounds of her lips rubbing his slippery thing. Margo lashed his underside with serpentine precision. Rick, grunting in satisfaction, buried himself to the hilt.
"Yeah," he muttered when she massaged his stout trunk. "Oh, yeah, baby. Don't stop eating it."
He tracked the disappearance of his shaft. He worked Margo's cock-loving lips with sure, even strokes. The clamor she made in swallowing him further inflamed him. Regardless of his accelerated thrusts, Margo caught him. She streamed to the bottom, furnishing him a shiny coat.
It occurred to Rick he had lapsed from reason. His wife and her gaggle of gossip-spreading girlfriends were on the other side of that locked door. Any recognizable sobs would result in his exposure. He had to stifle himself, if only to retain the secrecy of their act.
She pushed her nose into his golden nest, inhaling his male scent. The sweat of his balls pinched her nostrils. Her tongue wiggled along his base. She sucked hard, obtaining another drop of his creamy fluid. Rick emitted more pre-cum. She sensed he was on the very brink of spasming.
"Are you going to swallow it?" he whispered.
Margo resisted from removing her mouth long enough to provide him an answer. Her prolonged pucker sufficed as his response.
Rick threw his head back. He gasped.
"Christ, I'm going to shoot."
She pulled strongly on his aggravated cock, expediting his release. He shuddered against her twisting lips. She grazed his balls with her thumbs. Her delicate rotations provoked him.
"Ughhh," he groaned, spewing into her mouth. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Jesus."
Margo didn't spill a single drop. Her lips condensed around his spurting cock, milking him. Jism splashed onto her tongue, one profuse squirt after another. She gulped his warm, abundant cum. Judging from the amount he discharged, Rick had been saving it for some time.
She watched his fever-bright expression as he climaxed. Rick's blue eyes went sightless and his jaw slack as he dispatched his burden. The color in his face diminished as his torrent tapered off.
Margo eventually detached her lips. Rick's cock remained swollen, stretched to the limit. Her tongue skimmed the red borders of her mouth, cleaning the last of him. He watched while shuddering from the ravages of orgasm.
His dick had a reddish hue. Margo gestured to it with her eyes. "I'd wipe the lipstick off it if I were you."
He nodded, reaching for a tissue in his desk drawer.
The voices of his guests rose in the background. Emma and Tiffany kept the party in motion with their procession of dazzling lingerie. Nancy's girlish laughter rose above the din.
Rick tucked himself back into his pants. Unfortunately, his erection did not wane. He bulged heavily in front.
"You'd better wait in here until it goes down," Margo suggested. "I wouldn't go out there like that."
"When can I see you again?" he hastily asked.
Margo's lips curved prior to her leaving. "I don't think that's wise."
Rick negated her cautious demeanor. "I'll stop by the shop. Tomorrow-just before closing."
Margo remembered her appointment with Mike Brennan. "Call first."
He dragged her to him. Margo quivered as he smashed his stiff cock into her mound. He ground it against her. "God, I want to fuck you."
"Not here." She began regretting her submission. Rick was far more impetuous than she surmised. Margo had no wish to risk discovery. Although their session had been hot and promising, she was unwilling to create marital turmoil. Carefully, she extricated herself from his grasp. "Call me." Rick reluctantly disengaged her. "I never knew it would be that good. Next time, we'll have to set aside an entire evening."
"Perhaps." She retreated to the door, slowing releasing the lock. Rick looked appetizing, leaning against the desk. The urge to lag behind and consummate what he prescribed tempted her. In the end, she thought it best to take her leave. "Perhaps."
CHAPTER THREE
"Your showing at the Hoffmann's was a hit," Amanda announced the following day. She proudly waved several forms. "Not only did we receive a respectable order from Nancy, but her friends, too. You'll be keeping Collette and her seamstresses in needle and thread for months to come."
Margo derived little satisfaction from the news. The scene in Rick's study troubled her. It had happened swiftly and without preliminary. He had given Margo no opportunity to compose herself after smashing his swollen front to her face. By the time he unzipped and she saw how magnificently erect he was, her libido surged.
Had she lost her scruples? How could she orally service the husband of her best client during a party at her home? Though she found Rick Hoffmann appealing, she had no right to suck his cock while his wife entertained.
"Aren't you pleased?" Amanda questioned.
Margo banished Rick to the back of her mind. Her assistant would become suspicious if she continued brooding about her mistake. "I'm sorry. I was distracted. Mike Brennan ought to arrive shortly for his purchases. Did he want his things gift-wrapped? I suppose we should give him a call."
Amanda bit her bottom lip. "I forgot to mention. He phoned a while ago. He's unable to break free from a meeting and requested the packages be sent directly to his home."
Margo shifted her concentration to the bills Amanda organized. "That's no problem. Will you make arrangement for delivery?"
"I've taken care of that." Amanda paused. "He made an additional request."
Margo sorted through the invoices she received from her manufacturers. "Oh?"
"He petitioned your company at his home this evening."
"He what?" Margo heart skipped a beat. "Are you certain of that? Perhaps you misunderstood."
"His instructions were comprehensible. He mentioned his wish to dine with you. I suppose I should have consulted your appointment book prior to consenting on your behalf. He sounded pleasant, however, and his patronage appreciated, I figured you wouldn't mind-" She halted in mid-speech when she failed to see Margo visibly lend her approval. "Obviously, I spoke out of turn."
"No," Margo softly replied. A prickle of excitement formed in the pit of her groin. Her nipples swelled to points. Fortunately, her vest softened those indentations. "I'd be happy to visit Mr. Brennan. He probably wants to discuss an ongoing business arrangement. It was correct of you to respond in that manner."
Mike Brennan sent a stretch limo to collect her at seven that evening. Margo had dressed appropriately: a black strapped dress that bestowed its viewer abundant cleavage. The slit at its side revealed a tantalizing portion of thigh. A pair of high heels completed the picture.
Strutting to the driver, she allowed him to feast his eyes. She knew she looked "hot"--she had worked diligently at it. He tipped his cap prior to ushering her into the luxury vehicle. Margo estimated his age in the mid twenties. It elated her that a young man of his polished disposition found her exciting. His long blond hair curled around his ear and in back. The mirrored sunglasses he donned prevented her from seeing his eyes.
A glass of Dom Perignon awaited her consumption. Raising it to her lips, she dipped her tongue into the foamy effervescence. The limo driver watched her provocatively drink. The bubbles popped on her serpentine tip. Mmmmm. She relished the champagne and her captive audience.
They drove for forty-five minutes. The artificial colors of the city gave way to the pastoral background of the suburbs. Manicured lawns and sprawling architecture painted the scenery. They pulled off the main road and went down a narrower one bordered by heavy foliage. The sheltering trees blotted the sunset. The limousine stopped before an enormous two-story structure. White columns flanked its magnificent entrance.
Margo's pulse accelerated.
The limo driver alighted, opening her door. She whisked onto the asphalt, impressed with his home. The Cathedral window above the double-door entrance displayed a regal light fixture. The tall side windows along its front were handsomely draped. Sculpted bushes skirted its side.
Hmmmm. Mike Brennan lived in style.
The doors opened, and a nondescript man beckoned. His attire was native to a manservant. He stepped aside as Margo ascended the few stairs. He nodded majestically, as though honored by her presence.
"Please follow me," he said in monotone. "Mr. Brennan is expecting you."
Margo glimpsed his baroque furnishings. Mike did not subscribe to antiques. His tastes ran along contemporary lines. He leaned primarily toward solid oak.
They ascended a curved staircase. She foresaw Mike greeting them at the top, yet he failed to appear. The servant escorted her to a room where the boxes she sent were stacked on a table. An envelope with her name written in immaculate penmanship lay before the pile.
He motioned to the envelope, then closed the door behind him. Margo was left alone in the room.
She found a brief note inside: "Choose one of the outfits, put it on, then open the connecting door. I'll be waiting."
Margo's lips curved. She searched the boxes for the one that contained the teddy with the delicious snaps. She had been in a wicked frame of mind when designing it. That enticing costume was located second in the heap.
She glanced at the door in anticipation of the manservant barging in. The doorknob never turned. She shed her sexy black dress without hesitation. Her original plan was to be furnished an exhilarating reception when he saw her. The scant teddy, however, would more than provide that greeting.
A full-length mirror tracked her progress.
She studied her reflection while adorned in silk. Her breasts jutted nicely, curving to a trim waist. Her slim thighs were exquisitely displayed. She completed the snaps at her crotch, then whipped her blonde hair over her shoulders. Anchoring a hand to her hip, she made her assessment. Mmmmmm. She looked positively appetizing.
No perceivable sound emanated behind the connecting door. Margo hoped Mike was alone. Provocatively attired, she certainly wanted no one to intrude upon them.
She turned the brass knob and set foot in the adjoining chamber. Mike Brennan sat up in bed, dressed in a long flannel robe. Several pillows propped his imposing figure. His bare feet were neatly crossed. He relaxed his arms at his side. He silently watched her stunning entrance.
Margo walked toward him, mesmerized by his charismatic presence. He bore a strong effect on her libido. She recalled her initial reaction when meeting him. Mike hadn't lost an iota of that magic.
"Come closer," he said after prolonged study.
Margo obeyed. She functioned on sheer adrenaline. Mike's intensity propelled her. Those blue eyes shimmered with lust. The glow of a single lamp illuminated the rugged planes of his face. Tufts of black hair emerged at his collar. He seemed quite the furry beast.
She padded across the plush carpet, drawn by his unbroken stare. The effort to take fresh oxygen in her lungs eluded her. She could scarcely breathe as she closed the distance between them.
At last, she stood beside him. He gestured to the corner of the bed, conveying that she sit. The mattress lacked that solid feel. She instantly concluded it was a water bed.
Mike's enormous hands came to life. They slowly surrounded her, fastening to her waist. Margo became giddy at their introduction. Mounting urgency dwelled at the sub-surface. Unable to curb her pleasure, she moaned. A sob tore from the bottom of her throat. "Ohhhh."
He navigated her to his mouth. Margo parted her lips to receive his tongue. He slipped smoothly into her warmth, launching his exploration.
She no longer existed in reality, Margo resolved. Mike Brennan was her traveling companion on an unforgettable journey. An elaborate fantasy unfolded-one she prayed wouldn't soon end.
Mike's lips slowly detached. She sighed from their drenching sweetness. Her next assault came when he lowered them to her neck. His soft, intoxicating suck caused her to reel.
Her nipples protruded through the soft material. She could not control her excitement. Mike's touch was electric, bombarding her with a gratifying current.
His hands traveled up her shivering form. He unhooked the teddy from her shoulders. Her tits sprang from confinement after protracted exertion. Her pink stubs stretched toward him.
"Yes," Margo huskily whispered.
Mike's blue eyes sparked as he digested their beauty. He rotated his thumbs over her inflamed tips, feeding them riveting jolts. His stimulation engulfed her. When she believed she couldn't take another swirling second, his mouth descended upon one of them. His suck drained the leftover oxygen from her lungs.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Ohhhh."
His lips and tongue worked as an effective team. Her nails dug into his robe, scratching mindlessly at the fabric. Her mouth dropped open, yet the scream she longed to vent remained trapped.
With his other hand, he held her prisoner. Margo wouldn't have fled for the world. She thrived in his oral embrace, devouring the sensations that overtook her.
She was conscious of the seepage from her pussy. The shock of his clasping lips traveled to that realm. Her cunt alternately tightened, then released. She contemplated seizing his cock with its slippery grasp and riding him to ecstasy.
After he had sucked one nipple, Mike went for the other. He absorbed it with delectation. Her spine arched as he brought her to a swelter. Perspiration cropped at her brow. She swayed, supplying him her stiff peak.
"That feels good," she whimpered. A stirring commotion traveled up her middle. She ached for something hard to occupy that pestering void between her legs.
Unable to check the impulse, she took liberty to undress him. She tore open his robe. Her fingers rambled through the forest that amassed his chest. Mike's immense matting thrilled her. Beneath it, she discerned solid muscle.
"I want you," she murmured. "I'm going out of my mind, thinking about it."
He said nothing. He expressed his passion with eye contact. Margo basked in the severity of his blue pupils. They mirrored unchained power.
She untied his sash and threw open his flannel coverage. His towering cock stood in the air. Margo trembled at its awesome width. The veins bulged along its sides. He wielded a supreme tool.
Engrossed by its size, Margo attempted to wrap him with her fist. Her fingers fell short in enclosing its throbbing bulk. The thought of making room for that giant shaft made her woozy. Her pussy would ache from accommodating him.
"Jesus," she whispered. "I don't think you're going to fit."
He grinned. "Sure, I will-after I warm you up."
Before she could guess what that entailed, he scooped her buttocks with his authoritative hands. Margo yielded to his manly strength. He lifted her crotch to his face. Supporting her weight with one hand, he undid the few snaps. The panel opened, baring her pussy. She gasped as his eager exhalations.
"Oh, God," she croaked, shivering.
Cupping her ass, he delivered her to his mouth. Margo sobbed when he divided her cunt lips with his tongue. Nothing could have prepared her for his spearing. She clenched her teeth as he drove into her hot squish.
"Mmmmm," he groaned in her juicy crack, partaking of her sugary flow. "Mmmmm."
Margo's green pupils arched into her whites. Her lips formed a quivering circle. She squealed as he wriggled into her snatch. Ohhh. The walls of her pussy contracted around his mobile tip.
"Oh, yeah," he hoarsely declared. His fingers made impressions in her shuddering butt cheeks. He gulped the nectar that trickled from her muff. Margo's drippage was pure honey.
Mike proved an expert cunt lapper. His style evolved from vast experience. A younger man couldn't possibly duplicate those joy-giving strokes. It took years to develop such an exhausting technique.
Hugging herself to his thirsty expression, Margo pelted his chin with her soaked pussy. "More," she squeaked. "Ohhhh. Please, don't stop."
Mike buried his face in her muff. He clamped down on her luscious pulp. He wrung the nectar with a twist of his lips and let it course down his throat. Margo writhed from his feverish pucker. Her sobs drove him wild. He swallowed her outpouring lust.
Margo couldn't see clearly. Her vision was impaired by the mouthfuls of cunt Mike took. He helped himself to her tasty seepage. His eyes assumed a glutted daze as he voraciously consumed her excitement.
Her joy escalated another notch when he concentrated on her clit. He revolved around that vibrant pebble, gleaning the flavor from her glistening cunt flesh. When he brushed its side, she jerked. Firmly grasping her swiveling ass, he returned her to his curling tip. She gritted her teeth as he wiggled about, subjecting her to a prolonged round.
"Oh, Mike," she panted, dizzy from his tormenting spin. "You're making me drip."
He gave her no opportunity to recover. His pulse-hurtling whips threw her into a frenzy. He held her fast to his face, delving into her pussy. Margo pressed herself to that hot receptacle and leaked. He siphoned the moisture from her snatch.
When her clarity had been partially restored, she gazed at his attached mouth. The unhooked portion of her teddy provided him unencumbered access. He bore down, pinning back the pink flaps. Saliva oozed from the corner of his mouth, soiling the silk material. Margo twitched as that bubbly stream slithered over her sensitive flesh.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. "Oh, Mike. Keep your tongue in my pussy. I want to fuck it."
At her command, he pumped that drenched cunt. She felt him slither back and forth, plunging into those slippery folds. His reach stole her breath.
"Faster," she pleaded. "More. Oh, yes."
He pulled her back, then impaled her on his sinuous tip. That action was repeated until she bent her spine. Her blonde mane whipped from one shoulder to the other. She thrust her hips in a bid to obtain maximum penetration.
Mike valued the moment. Margo was, by far, the sexiest woman he took to bed. Her features were a study of ecstasy. Her green eyes sparkled. Mewls of joy spouted from her red lips. She flew backward, barely tamed by his clutching hands. She aimed her erect nipples at the ceiling. The teddy she wore had been practically torn to shreds.
He smashed all the pussy he could into his mouth and sucked. Her nectar flowed in abundance. He gorged himself while she twisted and turned, downing his fill. The sweep of his loving tongue replenished her supply.
Margo gulped air through her clenched teeth. Mike orbited her clit, then savagely licked it. She could feel its pulsating development. "I'm going to cum," she uttered.
Mike could feel the nearness of her orgasm with his mouth. Margo's gyrating hips and gushing juices told him she was at the verge of explosion. He enjoyed seeing a woman of her elegance and style in disarray. He took immense pleasure in creating physical havoc.
Margo contracted after several more moments with that high-spirited tongue. Mike's hands prevailed in their unshakable clamp, disallowing her a reprieve from its turbulence. She shuddered around his face, losing equilibrium.
Mike eventually let Margo down on her back. She continued to shake while he mounted her orgasm-ravaged body. He discarded his robe, then draped her legs over his shoulders. She murmured indistinct comments while raking him with her nails. Examining Margo in a weakened state made him painfully swollen. Never had he wanted so desperately to make love to a woman.
He positioned his cock for entry. The purplish head screamed for her moist snatch. The lower panel of her teddy permitted access to her pussy without removal. Her blonde wisps curled from the open section. He gazed hungrily at the pink, glistening flesh. Unable to suppress his need, he pressed himself into the center of her sappy lips. Almost immediately, Margo's nails sank into his flesh.
"Oh, God," she moaned, receiving his hard dick.
Mike appreciated her sensitivity. "I'll go slow," he promised. "It'll feel good."
He pushed more into her spongy warmth. He encountered no resistance during that introduction. Margo took him evenly, purring with satisfaction. He stuck himself into her slick cunthole, relishing his descent. His entire body groaned joyfully in locking himself to her.
"Stuff yourself into me," she begged. "Oh, yes. Fill me with cock."
Mike drove through her layers of squish. He delighted in her protracted sigh. Margo's contortions were of principal interest. She responded to his deep, satisfying thrusts. She clung to him, curving her legs around his waist. Her pussy caught his thick, plunging cock. Back and forth he sawed, giving it to her in slow motion. In his experience, he found that women savored a leisurely rhythm-none of that wham-bam nonsense, but fluent grinding. The sensation of pumping a wet snatch-burrowing sluggishly to its soft midpoint afforded him the steepest charge.
A nice, clean slice-one after another-until orgasm arrived. He relished the turbulence of a woman's climax. He wanted the muscles of her pussy to condense around him, squeezing the jism from his cock.
"Oh, God, I love it," she moaned as he met her sodden core. "Ohhhh. There's so much of you to take." She bit her bottom lip as his balls slapped her. The jolt she sustained from his sure, lazy strokes curled her toes. His hairy thighs grazing her velvet skin offered a palatable chill. "I can't handle it. Faster. Shove it into me. Ram me as hard as you can."
"Relax," he muttered. "There's no rush. We have all night." He groaned as he fucked her drenched cunt. "Christ. Ahhhh. I want you all night."
"I can't stay. I've got a business to run. I've got an early appointment. I-" The wind left her. Speech became impossible. Mike's dick jammed her middle. Unable to restrain herself, she made his big thing all the more juicy. Liquid joy gushed from her cunt.
Mike proceeded to pump her with excruciating slowness. He dragged his shaft from her until he almost slipped out, then reversed direction and reinstated himself in entirety. Wet noises emanated from their gentle friction.
Margo's head rolled from side to side, digesting the feast of sensations those plodding thrusts granted. She ran her hands up and down his bushy arms, whimpering. Mike's furry chest snagged her pointed nipples. His cock fucked her with measured strokes.
Margo was at the height of arousal. She was accustomed to getting hammered until those hot, creamy squirts gathered in her pussy. Mike liked pacing her evolving bliss. She could do little but yield to him. He assumed the dominant position, controlling the amount of cock she received. The demand of weight was placed on her shoulders. Her legs had almost gone numb.
"Oh, God," came her sharp intake when that solid dick caused her snatch to appreciably expand. He ground his trunk to her warm, sticky hole before receding. Her cunt lips loosened as he swung back, only to widen when he submerged himself. "Ohhhh."
"Yeah," Mike groaned, loving the moist clasp of her pussy. His features reflected total bliss. The intensity of his blue eyes dulled when he completely installed his cock in cunt. "I love how tight it is."
Margo clutched his buttocks. No amount of clawing motivated him. "Please, finish me off. You're driving me insane."
"Let me do the driving, baby," he muttered in her ear. "Lay back and enjoy the ride."
"Ohhhh."
Mike bestowed her the pleasure of a mature man-not the reckless fucking she expected from someone half his age. He compelled her to experience every trudging second, rather than expedite her release. Margo, by degrees, fully endorsed his approach. Securely wrapping her pussy to that dick, she adjusted to his agonizing increments. Each consecutive thrust caused her pleasure to climb. His rock-hard member scaled the layers of squish, awakening her every cell. She memorized his pattern of veins, awesome shape and thrilling texture from his tempo. That rotund bulb kissed her womb at the end of each swoop.
"I love it," she wept. "Ohhhh. I love the way it fucks me. More. Oh, please, more."
The tumult concluded ferociously. Margo had no way of knowing her orgasm would thoroughly deplete her. The tremors amassed, invoked by those lumbering strokes. She soared from his splitting probe. Her loins sizzled from the mounting friction.
"Hold me," she cried, shaking riotously. "Oh, Mike. It's so strong. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh." Her eyes rolled into their sockets as she welcomed the sweet assault.
Mike's arms closed around her, sheltering her from the crippling contractions. He crammed that rigid mass into her snatch, allowing her to spasm against it. He groaned as juicy pulp clenched him. "Yeah, baby. Milk me. Now. Arghh. Arghh. Ughhh."
He gushed in her pussy. She gasped at the flood of jism he released. He twitched and squirted within her seizure-ridden flesh. The room reverberated with their collective wails of joy.
Margo purred after her fulfillment was complete. They spent a marvelous aftermath with limbs tangled. Mike tossed onto his side, dragging her along. She lowered her head to his chest, awaiting his breath to return.
"Why did you do it?" she asked.
"Do what?"
"Purchase my entire French Silk line. I thought it was for your girlfriend."
"I never mentioned having one."
Her lips curved. "That's right. You didn't."
He peered into her emerald pupils. He wanted to devour those sensual lips. "You needed something to wear whenever you stay here."
"You were that sure I would jump into the sack with you?"
He grinned. "I felt it in my bones."
She caressed his limp cock. Her touch returned it to life. "Yes. I believe that. You've gone to tremendous lengths for a piece of ass. A simple pickup line might have given you the same mileage."
"You'll discover I'm an inventive lover."
Margo considered the limo, the note, the torrid sex. What could he possibly do for an encore? "You purchased several outfits. Will we end our affair when the last is worn?"
He said nothing. His mouth came at her, followed by his demanding tongue. He silenced her in one fell swoop. She ground herself to that delightful male roughness. Mmmmm. Her happiness spiraled.
Margo succumbed from exhaustion a while later. She lay in bed, oblivious to the world-and a pair of malicious eyes. The bitch had wantonly given herself to a married man, then again to a stranger. Had she no scruples? Of course not.
Margo would eventually learn she could not escape the greatest sin of her past. Twenty years of agony were to come to an end.
Recognition still hadn't been established. She would be shocked to learn that her murderer was someone she had once known well. Nothing could save Margo from the fate planned-not her wealth, nor position.
CHAPTER FOUR
Where the hell were you last night?" Rick Hoffmann angrily demanded.
Margo glanced around to ascertain possible eavesdroppers. Amanda was with a customer. Others sifted through her racks. She lowered her voice into the receiver. "With a client-if it is any of your concern."
"We made plans to be together."
"I recall nothing of the sort."
"Don't hand me that crap, Margo. We agreed to meet."
She sighed, wishing she could erase her mistake with Rick. Had she painted him the jealous lover, lashing out without provocation, nothing would have originally happened. "You caught me at a disadvantage. I was in the midst of serving a customer. Why don't you stop by the shop later this afternoon, prior to closing? We'll discuss it over a drink."
"As long as I get what I didn't last night."
"Oh, Rick." It was useless. Something went sour in the Hoffmann marriage and she accidentally stumbled into it. She should have sensed trouble before opening her mouth when Rick waved his cock in her face. Some lessons were painfully learned. "I'll expect you at quarter to six. Please be prompt."
"Count on me, baby," he whispered. "I'll be seeing you. Christ, just thinking about it makes me grow a third leg."
When replacing the receiver, Margo detected someone staring at her. She prayed no one had deciphered her conversation. Slowly, she turned. Simultaneously, a hand hastily swept aside several outfits on the pole, concealing the face. The hangers snapped together from the force of the movement. Margo received the impression that person wished to retain anonymity.
"May I be of assistance?" she asked to the person in hiding. No answer came.
Margo made her approach, uncomfortable over who might have overheard her discussion. She had trepidations over finding Nancy Hoffmann on the opposite side of those Baby Doll pajamas, prepared for a confrontation.
"Margo?" Amanda called from across the room.
Margo unconsciously spun in her direction.
"Yes?"
"Do we have any of the Orange Chiffon in stock?"
"Check the shelf in the backroom. I believe I saw a few items in that material." In resuming her search, she saw her snoop had fled the premises.
Margo sighed. Discretion would absolutely be observed. If Rick called again, she would cut him short. A sordid affair with a married attorney generated bad publicity. She had expended considerable energy building a solid reputation in the community.
In fact, her past bore little relation to her present.
Rick arrived on schedule. Waving a friendly hand and bearing a conciliatory smile, he seemed much calmer. Margo had no desire to rile him, yet intended to settle their score. She mirrored his pleasantries.
Amanda, transferring receipts to a pouch, appeared unconscious of Rick's presence. "Definitely a profitable day, wouldn't you say? If we keep this up, we'll have to expand our operation. We may want to consider opening a store in a separate location." Her eyes eventually rested on Rick. "Oh, Mr. Hoffmann. How nice of you to pay us a visit. Were you checking on your order? I just placed it with Collette this morning."
"I'm fine with it," he said. "Your work is outstanding. Do you draft any of the outfits?"
Amanda laughed. "I'm just the assistant. Margo's the artist. You have to express your satisfaction to her."
Margo politely intruded on their conversation. "Rick and I were going to negotiate some personally designed things for Nancy. Why don't you close shop while we go in back and review some sketches? Don't forget to lock the door behind you."
"Certainly."
Margo appreciated Amanda's ignorance. She executed her chores without reading between the lines. Either Amanda was completely naive, or she chose not to invade her privacy. In either instance, Margo silently conveyed her thanks.
"She's cute," Rick mentioned when they were safely distant. "Does she have a boyfriend?"
Margo raised a brow. "Why? Are you planning to seduce her?"
He grinned. "Not a chance. I can do without the Mary Sunshine crap." He pinched her ass. "That's more to my liking."
"Let's wait. She ought to be gone within the next few minutes."
Rick took her hand and steered it to his crotch. Margo attempted to remove it, but he held it fast. "That thing's smoking. It wants to make you sing."
Margo was shocked by his impertinence. Rick seemed more professional than that. She supposed some lawyers felt their conduct-no matter how severe-was above reproach. Rick's erection formed an impressive tent. She wondered how he managed to disguise it when he'd been with Amanda. "Stop. You're going to cum in your pants."
He removed his hand. "You win. We'll wait for 'Sweetness and Light' to split-then I'm taking it out."
Margo marked time by paging through some ideas she'd previously had on her drawing pad. Bursts of inspiration often came to her; some made a poor transition to paper. She did her best to render those images.
Rick seemed disinterested in making imaginary selections. He pressed his thigh against Margo and fed her raw vibrations. She perceived his mounting lust. She had to keep him at bay after Amanda left. That hard-on he sported appeared ready for action.
The door finally shut in the background. Margo distinctly heard the lock click into place. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait here. I want to make certain we're alone."
The lights had been dimmed and the curtains drawn. The Golden Chemise had officially completed its business with the public that day. The "Closed" sign was displayed.
Margo did not see the pair of shoes standing behind a rack of nightgowns, nor did she notice them ruffle. She had no knowledge of an unauthorized guest-nor that person's malign intent.
Margo did a double-take upon her return. Rick was in the buff, leaning against the table. "Excuse me, but we were going to have a discussion-not intercourse."
"It amounts to the same in my book." He glanced down at himself. His cock stretched magnificently from his body. He flicked the knob with his thumb. "Why not slip out of your things? I'm dying to see you naked."
"I don't think it's a good idea for us to do anything here. Amanda might barge in on us unannounced. She's in the habit of stopping by for things she left behind." Margo could scarcely talk above the lump in her throat. Seeing Rick without clothes made her heart race. Her pussy spontaneously tightened. She thought him nicely built, but hadn't expected all that sinew. Those broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist. Golden ringlets populated his rugged chest. His forearms and legs were of similar roughness.
"It's flattering to know you want it," he huskily said. He grabbed a fistful and stroked it. His dick thickened and developed in his grip. "Want some?"
"Good God, Rick. Show some discipline."
"I've got a lot more than that to display." He wagged his cock back and forth. It swung like a billy club, prepared to do her justice. "Wouldn't you say?"
Margo's plan for taking a logical approach fell apart. The-likelihood of reaching a compromise was slim. Gazing at Rick's studly physique pared that chance to nothing.
Taking inventory of her manipulable frame, Rick strode toward her. He encouraged her to drink in the sight of his nudity. His lengthy cock swung pendulously from side to side. His blue eyes pierced her.
"You move with authority," she remarked. "Are you positive this is what you want?"
His arms enclosed her. "Absolutely."
Margo became woozy breathing his manly scent. "You have a beautiful young wife-"
"-who enjoys nothing more than spending my money and having the prestige attached to being the wife of an attorney with his own practice," he completed. "Nancy is an ornament. I knew that when we married. There is no emotional depth to our relationship."
"She tries to make you happy," Margo interceded. "She always solicits my opinion when she visits the shop. Titillating you became her purpose in life."
He massaged her shoulders. The strength in his fingers stirred her. "You're right. Nancy tries-but has no idea how to go about it. Sex between us is essentially clinical. She wouldn't dream of taking me in her mouth. She claims my cock would choke her."
Margo recalled having no such problem. She happened to like the taste of a man. It excited her to run her lips up and down a swollen dick while listening to a man groan. Rick's, in particular, had been thoroughly enjoyable. She shivered at the remembrance of it jutting from his pants, aching for her sweet pucker.
He began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. Margo fought to contain her enthusiasm. Her breasts rose and fell. "I knew, with you, it would be amazing," he went on. "I've studied you from a distance. You've been in my fantasies for months."
"You're joking."
"No. I've long associated you with your naughty under things. You've prompted my curiosity. I keep wondering what it's like to fuck such a classy lady." He examined her cleavage. Margo's tits were tucked in a glossy brassiere. He delicately cupped them. "Christ, you practically cause my heart to stop."
His touch gave her the shivers. She swayed before him, distrusting her balance. "You honestly feel comfortable going after me-knowing I depend on your wife's patronage?"
"I won't force you to satisfy me, Margo. If it violates your principles, we'll stop immediately." He unzipped her skirt. The sound of the teeth unlocking made her breathe faster. Those azure pupils lingered at her matching satin panties. His brawny chest expanded and contracted. He braced himself for rejection.
A damp spot formed in her panties. The aroma of stimulated cunt wafted. Margo did not thwart his long, branching fingers.
Rick waited, then slipped a hand beneath the satin material. He wandered through those blonde curls, then parted the thick pussy lips. Juice seeped from the crack. Margo's features became misshapen as he submerged his digit, twisting it to capacity. Her red lips curved, then stretched to exhibit white teeth.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered.
His Adam's apple trembled. Tediously, he pulled down her panties. He watched her blonde fluff surface. The scent of her arousal was far more pungent. His nostrils burned from that heavenly bouquet.
Margo stood frozen while her panties tumbled to the floor. Her skin tingled where the fabric passed. A small cry rose from her throat when he unhitched her bra. Her tits assumed their natural, billowy shape. She directed her hard nipples at him.
Rick indulged himself for a moment. An undraped Margo teetered before him, completely at his service. He practically went into palpitations, contemplating his next move. His intoxication spiked at having her all to himself. "Christ," he muttered, licking his dry lips. "Wow."
He knelt. His rapid exhalations filtered along her bare skin. When his face was even with her pussy, she quivered. She watched his mouth settle over her snatch. The minute she felt the press of his lips, then the stab of his tongue, she clenched her teeth. Air whistled through them as he siphoned her cunt nectar.
"Rick," she squeaked. He reached far into her snatch, prying apart her tense walls. His powerful wriggle made her giddy. "Ohhhh."
"Mmmmm," he groaned in her redolent flesh. He ground his lips to her wet pussy and drank. Saccharine droplets dissolved on his tongue. He probed for more of her sweet sauce. His tip drilled into hot, quivering pulp. Soon enough, he attracted her leakage.
Margo clamped the table behind her. She scratched it with her nails while relishing the pace of his slurps. Her head lolled as he sucked her pussy. He pinned her pink flaps with his thumbs, then applied a ticklish flutter. Her clit swelled beneath his tender assault. He dispensed a potent charge. She swiveled from the electrical flow.
"God," she uttered when he dug his tongue deeply into her cunt. "Oh, yes. Go further."
The room echoed with his licking sounds. Her moans fractured that steady drone. Margo caressed his cheeks as he feasted upon her cunt. He engaged her in lustful eye contact while gulping her juices.
Margo could not believe his thirst. He swallowed the excitement he generated. There was no escape from those warm, sucking lips. He attached himself with startling tenacity. His swirling tip brought her to a dizzying elevation, particularly as it tormented her love button. His exhilarating strokes depleted her strength.
Her orgasm coincided with the stab of his demanding tongue. After receiving those flurry of licks, she couldn't resist. He maintained his fiery rhythm long after her spasms subsided.
Rick rose to his full height. Margo rocked against the table, gasping for air. Her features were marred with contortions. Sweat dripped from her distended nipples. His saliva ran from her cunt.
He stepped between her legs. His cock screamed for her snatch. He aligned himself with her furry slit, then immersed himself in hot squish.
Rick provided her no chance to adjust. His entire dick slid into her cunt while she shuddered. He groaned when that snug splendor overtook him. His bulbous head went eight inches below its surface. Her pussy sucked him into its thrilling warmth. He ground the stem against her sodden folds, anchoring himself in her liquid heat.
Margo's nails plunged into his backside. She cried out from his swift entrance, unable to adapt to his size. Rick was too excited to leave. He molded himself to that quivering mound until her shaking abated.
"Ohhhh," she wailed from his jarring impact. Solid bone occupied her snatch. She trembled around that hard thing, trying to acclimate. Rick, deeply situated in her pussy, resisted her involuntary struggle. He scaled her sensitive channel.
"Yeah," he grunted, cramming himself into that wet, wanting hole. "This is where it fucking belongs." He strained to fit his whole cock in that slippery enclosure. His balls strained at her sopping crack. "Make room for it. Ahhhh. It wants to please you, baby. It wants to make you happy. Can't you feel how much?" He wrenched it in her cunthole to illustrate his point.
Margo eventually relaxed her grip. She fondled his buns, signaling him to pump. Her balance restored, she yearned for his unrestrained masculine power.
He obliged her. His dick receded to the bare minimum, then climbed inside her. He sliced through gelatinous pulp. Margo sobbed as he stuck her. His cock made her moan. She latched onto him, causing the taut skin to gather before her muff consumed him.
"Can you hear how much you want it?" he whispered while nibbling on her ear. The squishy sounds she made were indisputable. "Your pussy is screaming for more."
"Yes," she whimpered, answering his thrusts. She met its gratifying pressure. Their pubes meshed. She writhed in his embrace, loving every second they were joined.
Her toes lifted from the floor as he drove wildly into her cunt. Her ass slid on the table after each hungry stroke. Her feet were suspended. Precariously perched, she had no choice but to cling to him.
Rick hugged her to him. "I can't believe I'm inside you. Ahhhh. I wanted badly to fuck you the other night. I didn't sleep a wink. My body was much too riled after you blew me."
He jammed her with cock. She could feel its ferocious beat. Rick accurately described his lust. His dick thrived within her snatch. She moved her ass specifically to please him. That hard mass stuffing her confirmed his assertions.
She knew he loved being smothered in her slippery folds.
Margo couldn't ignore her tremulous response. When squeezing himself into her soaked crevice, he kindled a blaze. The continual friction of his pistoning shaft sustained that joy. The sensation he served ran riot with system. Ohhhh. She jerked her hips to derive the greatest benefit from him.
Rick groaned as that pussy swallowed him. His balls whacked her ass without mercy. He abandoned himself to the relief those clasping lips afforded. He basked in their crushing love.
He wished Nancy could pleasure him nearly as well.
Margo's swollen nipples fascinated him. He gently palmed them. She started from his initial contact. like bullets, her nubs rolled beneath his stimulating rotations. He detected their smoldering heat.
Margo's emerald spheres curved into the whites of her eyes. Her lips resembled a wavy ring.
"You're the most exciting woman I've had," he whispered. He pumped her harder, faster, letting her feel the brunt of his urgency. "Look how steeply you enjoy it."
"Yes," she murmured. He sank it to the hilt. Her pussy bulged with cock. He opened her with wide, manly strokes. "It feels good."
"Sex isn't restricted to the garments you sell," he said, pumping her. "It nourishes you."
Her nails scraped his ass. "I'm going to cum," she anxiously announced.
"Do it," he urged. "I want to feel that pussy squeeze me when it happens."
Rick's handsome face vanished in a fog when she reached that agonizing pinnacle. His dick persisted in coming at her fast and strong. Her nerves were ramshackle from the bombardment. She arched her back. Her tits pitched, the nipples flinging their salty drops.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, soaring. "Oh, yes!" She pelted him with her snatch, taking that rock-hard monster in voracious mouthfuls. "Ram me! Ohhhh!"
Rick groaned as her pussy yanked on him. Challenged, he weathered her demanding thrusts. He nearly succumbed to the urge to spewing in that tightening cunt. She contracted around him, squashing him with the quaking walls. He remedied the situation by pounding through that wriggling knot.
Christ. He wanted to keep her excited-for as long as possible.
Neither Rick, nor Margo, were aware they were under surveillance. The hand that rested on the door frame shook with fury.
Margo Chandler was the same man-eating slut of twenty years ago! her watcher fumed.
She hadn't changed in the least. That cold, mercenary bitch! She deserved an untimely end-the very one in the planning stages.
Rick watched Margo regain her focus. Her pussy relinquished its lock on him. He flew in and out of that squishy encasement, resuming his deep pump. The temptation to get her off a second time piqued his appetite. He yearned for her to physically crave him. He had the equipment that guaranteed satisfaction.
Though dazed, Margo fucked back. She longed for that aggravated part of him. Shoving her pussy at him, she caught him in her juicy grip.
"Your pussy sure-likes the taste of that, huh?" he mentioned while feeding it to her. "Go ahead, baby. Take all you dare."
Margo's arms circled him. Feverishly, she cleaved herself to him, unwilling to separate. She needed that tunneling monster to carry her through.
Rick held nothing back. His delivery was nonstop roughness-exactly what Margo petitioned. He fucked that wet, wanting pussy with swift, sure strokes. Un-like Mike Brennan, who adhered to a slow drill, Rick provided a ball-slapping execution that left her panting for more. "Faster," she pleaded, beginning her second climb. Rick made it so easy to cum. "Oh, God. Ohhhh."
His persistence in servicing her resulted in orgasm for both. That slamming cunt reduced his staying power to zero. He could no longer ride out the thrill it produced. Creaming in her was inevitable.
"Here comes some liquid protein for that thirsty snatch of yours," Rick uttered before that pussy drained him. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Ughhh."
Margo watched his transformation. His ruddy complexion brightened as the lines of tension gathered. The discharge of hot fluid occurred in her pulsing center. His thrusts persevered, even while shooting, to facilitate her climax. He managed to stay hard long enough to make her peak.
"Come on, baby," he grunted. "Come on."
Margo threw her head back. Her throat ached from moaning. She fastened herself to that jamming monster and climaxed. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
When Rick pulled out, jism poured from her pussy. She was much too weak to prevent its creamy cascade down her thigh. He left her pleasantly numb.
Gradually, Margo's toes touched the floor-the first time since he'd stuck his cock into her. She regained circulation in her extremities, and sure footing.
"Hey, how about dinner?" he later murmured, pecking at her ear. They had lazily repaired themselves and now headed toward the door. The street was less populated, affording them a measure of privacy. "We'll go somewhere quiet, where I can grab you under the table."
"Mmmmm. Excellent suggestion." Margo watched as Rick turned the knob and freely swung open the door. Her brow knitted. "That's strange. I thought Amanda locked up. In fact, I believe I heard the click."
He grinned. "You were preoccupied."
Margo searched her memory banks, then aborted the effort. Her assistant-likely assumed her departure imminent and elected to leave without properly latching it. She had no way of knowing their simple transaction would evolve into an hour and a half of heavy breathing and guttural release.
It was nice to know her assistant gave her the benefit of the doubt.
Nevertheless, she thought Amanda's presumption highly unusual. It was un-like her to leave the shop unsecured.
Hmmmmmm.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Why didn't Margo Chandler ever marry?" inquired Nick Vitalias.
Amanda Hunt shook her head. "She doesn't discuss her personal life with me. At the shop, it's all business."
"But a beautiful woman like that should have received a slew of proposals during her adult life. Any healthy male would have tossed his hat in the ring."
"She's a private person," Amanda maintained. "I wouldn't dare ask."
"You're her assistant. Surely, she told you."
"Nick," she warned. "Drop it."
"I would, but it simply makes no sense."
"Why are you so interested in Margo?"
He shrugged. "She fascinates me. I consider her an enigma."
His quest for intimate details incensed Amanda. She figured the evening was reserved for augmenting their relationship. She hurried home for work and cooked him a magnificent dinner. They basked in a romantic setting. She lit a crackling fire that bathed her room in a luscious glow. Nick had just loosened his tie, unbuttoned his top collar, and had gotten comfortable on the sofa with her. She expected coziness-not questions about Margo.
If his inquiries pertained to marriage, why did it have to involve Margo? Amanda had waited an eternity for Nick to pop the question. He cleverly eluded the topic. Amanda's patience spanned two years. Her investment in Nick had been a major undertaking. Thus far, that venture yielded disappointing dividends.
Nick, a virile-looking Greek, possessed the qualifications she sought in a husband: intellect, motivation and charisma. At thirty-one, he was a practicing Certified Public Accountant. He dwarfed her at six feet. His high forehead gave way to pitch black hair. Nick played basketball on a competitive basis to retain his trimness. He enjoyed aggressive sports, evidenced by his muscular development.
In the bedroom, he required little coaching. Nick proved himself a competent lover. When inspired, he had the capacity to amaze and delight.
Marriage, unfortunately, was an institution he had no wish to join. Amanda dropped subtle hints. When those failed to work, she became blatant. Nick argued that he preferred doing without that complication. The long hours he put in at the office preparing people's tax forms, the extensive auditing of his corporate clients and the endless red tape he sifted through with attorneys were imposition enough. He insisted they wait until a suitable time, when the happy event could be properly diagrammed.
Amanda tired of waiting and the lip service he paid her. She threatened to cut her losses and break off their relationship. Nick cured that by giving her several hours of incredible sex. Amanda invariably capitulated.
Amanda never stopped dreaming of Nick's eventual consent. She believed they would make an outstanding couple. Her German-Irish descension perfectly balanced his Mediterranean looks. A redhead of diminutive size (five-foot two), Amanda complemented Nick's height. She wore her hair at shoulder's length. like Margo, she had a set of dazzling green eyes. Her lack of stature hadn't meant a forfeit of shape. Amanda was deliciously stacked. Her rounded breasts and tiny waist (Nick easily encompassed it with his giant hands) added to her appeal.
Nick, she suspected, liked having a petite girlfriend. It made him feel all the more large. His endowments were commensurate with his height; hers, comparatively, were smaller and tighter.
"Doesn't she have any men in her life?" Nick revisited the subject. "Certainly, you've taken calls at work."
Amanda sighed. "How could I tell apart her customers from her boyfriends? I wasn't blessed with a sixth sense."
"I thought all women were born with that trait."
"Not as a rule." Since Nick refused to let the issue die, Amanda decided to enact her own measures. She brushed him with her tits. Her nipples bulged beneath the cashmere dress. Prior to Nick's arrival, she prudently removed her bra and panties. She hoped for a pleasant discovery during dinner, or when she cleaned the dishes, but Nick's mind had been elsewhere. Typically, he was engrossed in loose ends he failed to tie at work.
Nick neglected to register the desired response. He construed her snuggling as an extension of her normal affection.
"Doesn't she have any family?" he probed.
"None that she's referred to." She stirred against his thigh. A delectable portion of leg emerged from the slit in her cashmere. "Please, Nick, I'm with the woman nine solid hours per day. She has my trust and respect, but not my undying curiosity. Let's leave it at that."
He grinned. "Are you jealous of her?"
His question surprised her. Amanda never entertained that possibility, but supposed it existed on a subconscious level. She silently admitted that the male customers of the Golden Chemise did ogle Margo with more frequency than herself. One might conjecture a woman twenty years younger would have greater allure, but in Margo's example, the reverse held true. Amanda did not dwell on it. "Why would you ask that?"
"My bringing up another woman has obviously raised your fur."
"Why wouldn't I resent it? This is my down time-and our chance to be alone. Would it be any different if I grilled you about one of your buddies? What if I had the hots for Randy or Alex?"
He chuckled. Nick's confidence in her loyalty couldn't be shaken. "I'd be amused."
She lightly socked him in the arm. "Watch it."
In the course of a minute, his grin dissolved. "Okay. Your gripe is understandable. I won't pursue the matter if it irritates you-but you have to admit, Margo Chandler has shrouded herself in mystery. Nobody really knows much about her past. The biographical information furnished in newspaper and magazine articles is canned material: a gorgeous owner and operator of the Golden Chemise, who spent years in Paris studying fashion before building her lingerie empire."
"That's correct. I've seen nothing more enlightening published."
"Does she pay reporters to steer clear from the skeletons in her closet? Doesn't anybody want to dig up some dirt?"
"I doubt Margo has dark secrets."
"A person in her income bracket-and of her glamour-usually hides some unpleasant event. It's a pattern I've uncovered."
Amanda rolled her eyes. "I believe you've stumbled upon your calling in life: writing paperback mysteries. Honestly, Nick, I never heard such crap."
"It's a natural progression of thought: a beautiful woman who has never married, no known family, yet pioneered a flourishing business in the lingerie industry. How did she amass her fortune? Launching a new business requires operating capital. From where does she draw her inspiration? Who was her mentor? A woman in her formative years who travels to Paris isn't readily invited into its fashion circle."
"Margo, like anyone, is entitled to her privacy. Please bear that thought." Amanda couldn't fathom the basis for his inquisition. Mention of her celebrated boss rarely entered into their regular conversation. Did someone instigate such gunfire?
Amanda's disdain evaporated when glimpsing his virile profile. Nick exuded a sexiness she couldn't ignore. Even when he tried his best to annoy her, the erotic tension seized her. His relaxed posture and pensive frame forwarded her appetite.
Amanda didn't normally initiate sex. Nick assumed that role except for rare instances. She gave him plenty of encouragement, but it was up to him to get things rolling. Once in a while, she took control. Watching Nick's unraveling awe served quite a treat.
Beginning with the brushing of his thigh, she attempted to get his juices flowing. Nick sat with his legs widely apart. She eyed the shapeless folds of his suit pants. Nick exhibited no sign of inflammation. His fixation with Margo apparently contributed to that inactivity.
Her voice dropped to a husky level. "If your mind won't rest until you receive those answers, I could be persuaded to ask on your behalf."
His eyes momentarily flashed. Nick refrained from displaying enthusiasm. "It's really no big deal. You don't have to if it would make things awkward."
Amanda traced his masculine contours. Nick's thighs were of ample sinew. His firmness, supplemented by his distinguished dimensions, excited her. She journeyed to the center of the lap, delaying her arrival. Her grope would coincide with a kiss.
"I suppose I could find a moment when exploring that territory would seem totally natural. Margo, to my recollection, never dodged a simple question. Her answers are sometimes vague."
Nick was aware of her hand's path and conceivable goal. His eyes were glued to her exotic swirls.
"Are you sure you aren't remotely attracted to Margo?" Amanda teased. Her finger traced the folds that slowly took shape in his pants.
"She looks great for her age."
"Forty-three isn't exactly over the hill." She recognized his burgeoning hardness. "That's approximately ten years from where you're at." She brushed his lips. Nick trembled. She pressed her tits against him. Her nipples protruded through the cashmere. His hand enclosed one. She shut her eyes as he squeezed. "Yeah," she whispered, writhing. "Oh, yeah."
Nick stuck his tongue into her mouth. He stroked both her nipples with one hand while he roamed her oral heat. Amanda responded wildly to that collective stimulation. She met him with equal passion.
Temporarily leaving his lap, she snuck a hand into his shirt. Nick had a nice forest through which to roam. Locating his nipple, she flicked it. Nick lurched beneath her rotating fingertips. He was especially delicate in that spot. Nick went under her dress, reaching between her legs. Amanda hastily separated them. She shivered as he grazed her silk pubes. Ohhhh. He knew, at that point, that she had foregone her panties.
Nick inserted two fingers into the moist crevice he encountered. Amanda's features tensed as he inched into that sticky pocket. He pushed until he could go no further. Amanda's lips expanded, flashing white teeth. A sob leaped from her throat.
"Oh, Nick," she whimpered, unable to contain the thrill he remitted. "Ohhhh."
Back and forth she rubbed, provoking the swell of her clit to swell. His furious massage caused it to enlarge. Her pussy sucked at his digit, anxious to consume it. He finger-fucked that wet, grabbing hole. He met squish and hair while pumping it.
Nick's speedy jiggle turned her on. His arm was up her dress, jerking madly. She clutched, then straddled it. Both knees pressed into the cushions. Her chin went high, her red hair hanging from her head. The sparkle in her eyes dulled as her shaking increased.
"Nick," she squealed, riding that finger.
"Ohhhh."
Nick only felt the spongy warmth he invaded. The cashmere dress concealed the feverish activity of his finger. Amanda raked his shirt with her nails during the thick of her excitement. In seeing her escalating pleasure, he wanted to observe the soaked cunt he manipulated.
She granted his wish within moments. Amanda yanked her dress upward-revealing her pussy, then tits, and finally her flushed complexion. Recklessly, she flung her outfit to the side. The going rate of cashmere would normally have given her pause, but Amanda burned with a staggering temperature. Her nipples stretched toward him, tall and eager. She completed her convulsion in the nude.
"Ohhhh," she shivered before him, baring her all. Using her palms, she rubbed her distended nubs until they were discolored. Her heated cries stirred his loins. "Ohhhh. Oh, Nick. Oh, yes! Yes!"
Seconds after climaxing, Amanda flew down at him. She tore at his belt, zealously unhooking it. After unzipping him, she dropped onto her elbows. Nick hardened under her soft panting. He protruded from his fly, semi-erect.
She made contact with her tongue. Nick's domed head received the first, scalding whip.
He gasped. Her next slurp sent his head reeling backward and caused his eyes to shut. Tracing the outer edges of his cockhead, she veered over the tiny slit. Bubbles of saliva emphasized her ticklish journey. Amanda could have gone on licking him, but yearned for his masculine flavor. She enveloped that domed head. In her first suck, she tasted his salty heat. Diving to the bottom, she fastened her lips and pulled. His cock stretched without solidifying. Her tongue slithered along his underside. The hot tickle she achieved caused his expansion. Up and down that dick her lips went, protracting its length.
"Yeah," Nick gasped. Those lips disbursed an electrical flow.
Amanda engaged him in strong eye contact while administering those mesmerizing gyrations. Her cheeks bulged from her intake. Her contented grunts followed.
Nick sat back, watching it grow. His cock, on the rise, steadily inched upward. Amanda's expert tip brought it to a stand. Her tongue lathered its vein-ridden surface while her lips entwined him. He pulsed inside that mouth as it absorbed him. Elevating his groin, he met her unswerving press. His dick lingered in her sweltering vacuum.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Eat it. Let me fill your mouth. Let it slide into your throat."
The suck she applied kept him on alert. Even when he got lost in the fluidity of her lips, that fierce drawing sensation reminded him of her thirst for cum. Those slick, sucking lips worked to extract his jism. Amanda loved to drink it.
He relished her consumption. The sight of his cock disappearing in her face turned him on. Her sensual lips molded to its width. Grafted to his taut skin, she tugged straight up. The persistent catch and release drove him insane. He throbbed from the commotion.
Amanda gave him a few more moments of suction before lifting her face. Hot drool coursed from his well-sucked dick. Nick clenched his teeth as a river of saliva trickled downstream. Without notice, she dove for his balls. She licked the pliant flesh.
Nick's jaw went slack as she furnished him a barrage of heavenly fireworks. He was more conscious of her lavish strokes. Each curl and smack was magnified in that area. He trembled as she slobbered his balls.
Amanda kissed one. She tasted hair and skin while smashing her lips to it. His cock twitched as she mouthed his sac. She inhaled his charged scent. The aroma of her spit emanated from his shaft. The red marks that resulted from her loving compression had not faded. She observed the evidence of her intense suck.
"Finish me off with your mouth," Nick said.
Amanda's lips parted and returned him to the wet, stroking warmth he needed. She sucked his dick until she felt his entire body shake. Nick had been closer than she realized. Drops of pre-cum mingled with her saliva. Mmmmm. Her lips tightened around him, sliding up and down.
"Faster, baby," he urged. "Work me with that mouth. Oh, yeah. I'm almost there."
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed against his throbbing cock.
Nick squirmed from her oral pull. His groans deepened. His fists clenched, then shook. "Jesus. Keep going. Stay with it. Suck me. Ahhhh."
Amanda swallowed him whole, then pumped his pulsing stem with her lips. "Mmmmm."
Nick's mouth dropped open at the same time his eyes rolled up in their sockets. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Oh, yeah. Gulp it. Take my jism."
He squirted into her throat. She gladly downed his hot, creamy load. Her lips held him fast, preventing a single drop to escape.
After they were through, Amanda rested her head on his lap. While caressing his thigh, she recalled his absorption with Margo.
It wouldn't hurt to ask about her life before she opened the Golden Chemise. Her story might have some interesting twists and turns, with an occasional surprise.
Amanda hoped Margo would be willing to share her experiences. If she objected, then Nick's claim had validity.
Perhaps Margo was hiding something.
CHAPTER SIX
"Does this come in any other shade?"
Margo leveled her gaze at Juliette Sorbino, a woman who had only recently begun frequenting her shop. Juliette had made several purchases-none extravagant, but each of escalating sums. The woman seemed reluctant to part with her money, but gradually displayed a weakness for her goods. An attractive brunette in her mid-forties, Juliette seemed to have rediscovered sex. She favored the improvements the naughty undergarments made to her time-altered figure.
Women entering middle age frequently saw rebellion in their shifting dimensions. A good many of Margo's teddies were designed specifically for those in need of seductive camouflage. Margo's wares were not only flattering, but managed to accentuate one's assets. A woman with magnificent legs, but with middle age spread, stood an excellent chance of disguising that flaw.
Juliette apparently had that problem under control. Her smooth curves negated the need for modifications.
"Were they done in various shades?" Juliette thinly repeated.
"I'm sorry. I was lost in thought." Margo closely examined the outfit her customer held. "I believe so. I usually choose several pastels. Salmon, periwinkle or lime-which would you prefer?"
Juliette's dark eyes refrained from blinking. "Lime."
Margo discerned something disturbing in her tone. She wondered if her lapse into mindless reverie offended the woman. Margo forced her to wait for a simple answer. "It would be no trouble bringing you a selection."
"If it's no bother."
"Not at all." Something definitely bothered the woman. Disinclined to breed alienation, Margo hurried to fetch the teddies. Prompt service generally restored one's confidence. Juliette came to the Golden Chemise fairly often, with the potential of becoming a regular customer.
Amanda intercepted her. "You've got a call."
"Take a message."
"It's Mike Brennan. He says it's important." Margo sighed. "Can you assist Juliette
Sorbino? She'd like to see the pale-colored teddies. Bring her several tones."
Amanda was off in a flash.
Margo took a deep breath, then depressed the button that released Mike from hold. "What's the emergency?"
"I'm looking at it right now-and it definitely requires your attention."
"Have you any idea how busy I am?"
"I've sent my limo for you. It ought to be at your door within the next ten minutes."
"Mike-"
"Slip into something sexy, throw on a raincoat and get in that limo."
"You're insane."
"I know you won't disappoint me." The line went dead.
Margo selected a matching set of diaphanous underwear. The bra and panties had a frilly border and were cut to the bare minimum. Even with their scant measurements, her nipples and pubic fur were easy to spot.
Her saving grace was the raincoat. Margo had the classic red kind hanging in the back. She wrinkled her nose upon gazing at it. That raincoat was not designed for foul weather, but rather seduction.
Why the hell was she doing it? She gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Going to
Mike at his whim made her feel like a glorified hooker.
She could not negate the tight, jittery feeling between her legs. Her pussy went into a shivering clench as he relayed his instructions. Mike Brennan indisputably bore a virulent effect on her hormones. Enacting the fantasy he devised aroused her.
Mike's corporate limo pulled up in front. Margo handed Amanda a lame excuse for prematurely leaving. She was uncertain whether Amanda bought her story of needing to accomplish a surprise mission, but couldn't worry about it. The possibilities of what could occur that afternoon ran through her head.
The limo driver nodded to her as she got inside. She barely curbed the temptation to open the raincoat and expose a portion of thigh. He smiled politely beneath his mirrored sunglasses and tipped his hat. She recognized him as the driver who'd delivered her to Mike's suburban address.
Hmmmmm. She could tell he found her attractive. He consulted the rearview mirror several times during their trip.
An envelope bearing her name awaited her on the leather upholstery. Crossing her legs so that the raincoat inched up her luscious thighs, she read the contents of the note inside: "Room 5750, 2:00 P.M. Don't be late."
He delivered her to a towering steel and glass structure in the heart of the financial district. Margo's high heels clicked against the pavement as she strode to the revolving door. Heads turned as she methodically rotated her hips. The wind swept her blonde hair off her shoulders. Her tits bounced provocatively with each step.
Mmmmm. She loved the salivation. It made her feel extremely desirable.
The temperature climbed shortly after she entered the elevator and pressed the button. The men conferring on their way to a conceivable meeting stammered and lost their train of thought. The women looked appropriated upstaged.
Mike's secretary, a smartly dressed woman with a somber outlook, regarded her carefully. "Mr. Brennan is expecting you?" she asked, as though questioning her hearing. The red raincoat seemed a bit much, particularly on a sunny day.
Others milling about in the reception area stumbled over themselves, stealing a glimpse of Margo. Some were positively blatant in their staring.
Margo reveled in her notoriety.
The secretary escorted her to Mike's door, knocked, and indicated she go inside. Mike sat behind his desk listening to the comments of a younger man. Legal jargon peppered their conversation. The younger man consulted a legal pad several times during their discussion. Mike, alert to Margo's arrival, motioned for her to take a seat until they were finished.
Margo attempted to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. She patiently reminded herself she was on lawyers' turf, where the wheels of justice constantly turned. Normally, she would have rejected taking part in an outrageous scenario dependent upon her arriving midday at someone's office, dressed in naughty apparel.
The person referenced wasn't someone of normal character. Nothing about Mike Brennan qualified as such-not when she considered the quickening heartbeat and the flurry of tingles she received from the mere sound of his voice.
When Mike commanded her presence, she could not refuse him. He would generously compensate any trouble he caused in requesting her to drop things at a moment's notice.
She couldn't block from memory his exquisitely slow pumping. She had total recall of his cock slicing interminably into her pussy. Even when he brought her to climax, he adhered to an even keel.
She refrained from crossing her shapely legs and disturbing their concentration. Nonetheless, she perceived Mike's eye wandering in her direction. His discreet glances brought palpitations.
The younger man, intent on completing their conference, stuck to his agenda. Their meeting went on for another ten minutes. They shook hands, vowed to keep each other apprised of further developments, and parted company.
The air conditioning succeeded in causing Margo's nipples to dilate. She felt them expand against the gauzy fabric. The-likelihood of Mike sucking them aggravated their tender state.
The door closed behind the younger man. Mike, remaining seated, motioned for her to come closer.
Her trim figure painted a seductive picture in the red raincoat. She put one foot in front of the other, familiar with the flutter in her stomach. She projected a sassy demeanor. Her pussy tightened as she closed the distance between them.
They purposely did not exchange words. She read his thoughts. He was curious as to what she had on underneath. His blue eyes dropped to the appetizing curves her raincoat made. Margo wondered, just before undoing the first button, if any ears were pressed to the door.
Unwilling to be separated by that spacious desktop, she halted beside him. She unbelted her wrap without hurry. The material loosened, revealing more cleavage as it opened. The imagine lacework of her bra came into view.
His Adam's apple rippled.
The shiny red material slid from her shoulders. Her tits emerged, swathed in gossamer. Her nipples protruded, thoroughly swollen. The change in atmosphere wasn't fully to blame. Under Mike's intense scrutiny, their size magnified. The twin pellets squashed beneath the diaphanous material petitioned his suck.
Margo permitted more of the coat to unfurl. Her knee seductively extended, then more of her undraped thigh and finally, her hip.
Mike's lips moved as though rinsing saliva with his tongue. His blue pupils were fixed.
The raincoat dropped to the floor. She stepped away from it, kicked it with her high heel, and brushed him with her leg. Within those transparent panties, he gaped at her furry patch.
His hands came at her. She did nothing to escape them. He dragged her forward, crushing her tits to his face. She sobbed at the pressure of his nose and chin. He rose to his feet, his lips trailing kisses over her exposed flesh. Slowly, he nibbled, sending furious signals through the rest of her susceptible body. Fresh color crept into her cheeks as he vibrated over her nape.
She skimmed his stomach, then ran her fingers over his chest. He wore an undershirt under his long-sleeved starched one. She craved the small indentations of his nipples, but was thwarted.
He buried himself in her neck. Contact with her velvety skin made him hard.
Margo felt her pussy constrict once againan amplified tension that did not relent. A growing weakness developed in its center, compounded by the yen to enclose his cock in its trembling warmth.
His lips sought hers, then their tongues suddenly touched. Margo's mind exploded in a blaze of sensation, as if someone had struck a match. Fire raced along her arms and legs. Need followed, making her sob and lust for every part of him. His tongue probed her mouth. She responded to each surging stroke. When their lips separated, she drew fresh air to replenish that which became stale.
Mike breathed her name before clamping a hand over her tender mound. He squeezed her responsive flesh, his fingertips digging into the soft layers. Margo shifted in his heated grasp, imploring him to massage her with his thumb. He did so, conscious of that emergency. A wet spot formed beneath his demanding rotation. She oozed from the relief he provided.
A fever raged through Margo. Her nipples throbbed. She desperately wanted his mouth on them. Scooping them together, she effected a slow, stimulating rub. Her heart yielded a strong cadence. She closed her eyes, her head lolling back, then sighed as its beat grew fierce.
As though reading her thoughts, he unfastened her catch. Margo's tits sprang at him, unrestrained. He filled his mouth with each nub, vibrantly greeting it.
"Yes!" she whimpered, unable to keep her silence. "Yes! Ohhhh."
Mike awakened them with his sinuous tip. He lathered her nipples with bubbly drool. Arching her back, she aimed them at his tenacious clamp. She sobbed from the delightful prickling stream that inhabited her body.
Mike smelled her aroma of desire. Unable to check the impulse, he descended upon her inflamed crotch. Margo's slim thighs curved around his face. Her silk panties carried an irresistible scent. He groaned when availing himself of the delectable fragrance. Margo's cunt flesh had a fruity redolence. Its sugary richness pleased his nostrils. He pulled back the rim of her panties and rejoiced in inhaling its aroma. The bouquet of her natural blonde wisps made him lightheaded.
"Oh, yeah," he hungrily whispered.
A smile curved her lips. She permitted his gaze to linger there.
He tugged the undergarment from her hips. Margo helped in its removal by elevating her shapely buttocks, then stretching those flawless legs in the air until she was free of the panties.
Mike put them to his nose. He inhaled while staring at her.
"Keep them," she whispered.
He deposited them in his top desk drawer.
Margo spread herself open for him. Her snatch awaited the diligence of his tongue and lips. Her gentle sigh urged him to feed upon her bare succulence.
Mike sank toward her moist cunt, only to be halted by her framing hands. "What if someone walks in?" she softly fretted.
He shrugged, then grinned. "We'll never know-unless it happens." He lengthened his tongue for that pool of honey and dipped between nectar-daubed lips.
"Oh, God," she moaned, then released his head.
Mike plunged fully into her saccharine depths. Margo moaned gutturally as he delved through savory pulp while his fingers roamed the blonde ringlets that bordered her cunt. He lapped the sides with infinite care, provoking her hips into gyrating madness. No matter where he licked, Margo's juices flowed. He gulped them as quickly as they trickled onto his fluttering tip.
"Mmmmmm," he hummed into her damp folds.
Margo gritted her teeth as Mike chased after every delectable hot spot. She trembled as he drank from her pussy. He slurped the dewy drops that sprinkled her cunt lips, then siphoned the trickle remitted by her sodden core. She writhed when the borders of her pussy caught his tongue. Mike thrashed until he was unencumbered, then wriggled back into her clutching hole.
"Oh, yes," she whimpered, digging her high heels into the carpet. She twisted and grimaced at his rousing exploration. "Fill my pussy with your tongue."
Mike gladly obeyed. He immersed himself in the sugar-rich hole, lavishing her textures with frothy spittle. He readily consumed her tasty sap. The swallowing sounds made her frantic. He followed the revolutions of her hips, the sudden drop of her cunt and its immediate return to his mouth. She pressed herself to his gulping orifice and solicited his suck.
"More," she gasped, feeding him her hot secretions. "More. Yes. Faster. Ohhhh."
Margo's swollen clit became exposed as Mike spread open her cunt. Her ass bounced against the edge of the desk. She moaned as he drew powerfully on her soaked cuntal tissue. He extended complete devotion to that burgeoning pearl. He anchored his mouth to her quivering mound. Circling it with his knowledgeable tip, he commenced his assault.
"Mmmmm," he groaned, gulping her female essence.
Margo inverted her spine, digesting the hot commotion that resided in her body. She shoved herself back to that spectacular tongue. Grasping Mike's stout shoulders, she moved her ass to obtain every cell-rupturing stroke. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes, Mike. Ohhhh."
Mike clamped himself around her vibrant bud and throttled it mercilessly. He kept an eye on Margo's discoloration. He attuned his ear to her smothered cries. She barely suppressed the shriek that ripped from her throat as he lashed over the tormented button.
It was fortunate Mike's office was of cavernous proportions and that they were far from the door. She made every effort to contain her bubbling passion. Mike's avid slurps provoked her. She feared discovery. She could ill-afford gossip. A woman of her distinguished years ought to have more sense than to visit someone's place of business for sex. She and Mike were firmly established in their fortiesan age in which prudence was expected. Instead, she was having her pussy eaten in broad daylight, in front of a huge window.
Neighboring buildings were given a clear shot of her decadent behavior. Margo glimpsed people at their computers, file cabinets or on their telephones. None seemed alert to her unfolding splendor.
Wickedness, however, was the most delicious part of it. No matter how little she thought of herself, she nevertheless aimed her snatch at that mouth and ordered it gobbled. Mike obliged her without hesitation.
Mike changed the pace by grazing his teeth lightly over her clit. His modified tempo elicited a fresh string of whispered endearments. When he started licking her clit again, he slid two fingers straight into her creamy snatch. He evenly speared the juicy membranes. The slick sounds he produced turned her on.
"Oh, Mike," Margo sobbed, "it feels like you've got your cock in me. Ohhhh. I want to get fucked. I've got to have you inside my pussy."
Mike grinned, enjoying Margo's heated response. He withdrew his digits, then resumed sucking her cunt. He covered her warm, pulsing flesh with his mouth and sucked its tart liquid. He tongued her clit until she was riddled with pleasure. Bearing down on her, he labored for that wild disturbance that reflected in her shaking.
"I'm going to cum," she squealed.
He worked his tongue that much harder to accomplish her deliverance. Margo shuddered against the nonnegotiable press of his lips. Her throat ached from containing the screams that raged through her system.
Mike savored her sweet buckling. He brought her trembling to a satisfying conclusion. Her orgasmic seepage flowed into his mouth.
Margo raked him with her nails. Her eyes closed, then opened. Mike saw no sign of her emerald pupils, but rather her whites. Her sensual lips gradually parted to vent a guttural moan.
He slipped himself into that climax-ridden pussy, wanting it hot and juicy. Fighting against that slick knot culminated in a gut-wrenching orgasm.
Raising her with his hands, he rotated her soaked cunt so that it received wriggling impalement. He tongue-fucked her until she squeaked with joy, then redirected himself to her throbbing button. She croaked, enduring each tongue lash. Those butt cheeks burned in his hands as he licked her.
The sweat trickled down Margo's face as she fought to reclaim her equilibrium. Mike had done a thorough job. No matter how insanely she jerked her hips, that tongue shadowed in unbroken pursuit. Ohhhh. She could not elude its tireless curl. Her clit was bound to that incessant tickle.
Mike wasn't satisfied with furnishing her one orgasm. He kept sucking her pussy until another developed. He subdued her with those rapid flicks. Surrounding his face with her quivering thighs, she spasmed.
"Oh, baby," she sputtered. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Ohhhh."
Mike drank from her contracting loins. He dispatched her discharged fluids. His mouth remained attached until the convulsion subsided. Relinquishing her buttocks, they landed against the edge of his desk. Margo moaned, delirious.
He wasted not a moment. He unzipped his fly and took out his stiff cock. Eating Margo had given him a tremendous thrill. He throbbed above her swaying hips, her lolling head, her shifting tits. He longed to be buried in that succulent body of hers. His eyes centered on her glistening slit. Her sugary taste lingered on his lips. He thought about cramming himself into that tight space, then dragging his dick back and forth through that furry ring, consummating the demand that raged in his body. His trousers fell from his hairy thighs, collecting at his feet.
Margo murmured as his forearms flanked her. His face was bright with lust. Blunt flesh pushed her cunt lips apart. Whimpering, she sucked the head of his cock into her wet pussy, then adjusted her muscles below the jutting rim.
"Christ," he groaned before her.
"Yeah," she whispered, "fuck me. Slide your dick in my cunt. Yeah. Stick me as deep as you can."
Mike's eyeballs rolled upward as he drove into that wonderful heat. "Oh, yeah. Oh, baby, that feels so good." He sank into hugging pulp that manipulated and aroused. Exhaling sharply, he fully jammed himself into that tantalizing squish. Margo alternately squeezed, then made allowances for his passage. His face reddened as he shoved himself into that moist receptacle. The contrast of color stirred her. His neck turned scarlet against his white, crisp collar. His entire cock was enveloped in cunt.
Margo's hand traveled from the middle of his back to his flexing buttocks while he pumped her. She embraced his powerful frame, concentrating on the lush sensations his embedded shaft produced. The agitation of his hard dick afforded her bliss. He entirely occupied her snatch. She noticed his throb in the heart of her pussy. Clasping his tensing ass cheeks, she prompted him to fuck her more roughly.
Typically, Mike assumed his measured thrusts. Even crazed with lust, he stuck to his sluggish rhythm. His defiance to swiftly please her drove Margo insane. She pleaded with him to ram her, but instead received his gentle lance.
That slow-building pleasure was exactly what she craved. Joy shafted through her.
"Ohhhh," she purred in his ear. She writhed against his authoritative frame. "Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Fuck me. I want it. I want it so much."
Margo discerned Mike's rapid heartbeat. Her lips briefly curved before he pumped her cunt. He sliced smoothly into her pussy, occupying it to the hilt. She managed to fashion her muscles in a lock and provided the sizzling friction he sought.
"Faster," she pleaded. "Faster."
He disregarded her urgent call and steadily pistoned his hips until her spongy innards were met with cock. He watched the transformation of her features; one second, Margo was nodding in delight, and in the next, her face was a misshapen mask.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, loving his balanced slide. Mike filled a necessary void. Gladly, she accommodated the bulk that inhabited her loins. Their flesh slapped in delicious harmony. She puffed while he jammed himself to the bottom of her lubricated snatch. "Oh, God. Don't stop. Please-don't stop."
Mike didn't think that possible. Orgasm could only alleviate her jittery excitement. Her cunt snapped him up with its frantic oscillation. Sweat poured from his brow as he blindly pressed himself into her crushing folds. He fucked that saturated pussy with discipline. Her glutinous walls snared, then compressed him to the point of shooting. He jabbed through that slippery mesh and smoothly fucked it. Her snatch noisily absorbed him.
"Oh, baby," he muttered under his breath, "I'm going to cream."
"Do it," she implored, undulating to his satisfaction. She wanted him to inject her with hot, sticky jism. "I want to feel you cumming."
Mike gazed down at her fever-bright face, then groaned from the subsequent clasp of her pussy. Margo lured him to that bubbling finale. He pumped her soaked loins, feeling his ecstasy climb, until there was no turning back. Clenching his teeth and expelling stagnant air, he slammed into her cunt and exploded.
"Ughhhh," he bellowed, lightheaded and glowing. "Arghh. Arghh."
In those concluding moments, Mike supplied Margo enough abrasion to precipitate her orgasm. She felt the distant tremors in the pit of her groin until they gathered intensity. Soon, she contracted around his spurting cock. "Ohhhh," she wailed, letting that thrill surge through her entire being. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
After Mike emptied his load in that absorbent cunt, he wrapped her with his loving arms. They exchanged tongue-twined kisses and whispered words of affection. Their breathing eventually stabilized.
What an exciting man he was, Margo thought. She comprehended why she invariably did what he asked. Three consecutive orgasms-how tantalizing!
He looked utterly handsome in the drenching afternoon sun. That gut-wrenching climax had removed some of the tension lines. A fire continued to burn in those sexy blue eyes.
"You know," Margo said, tracing his jaw, "there's times when I gaze at you, I get an odd feeling."
He appeared amused with her reflection. "Oh? Can you describe it?"
"I'm not sure. Please, don't take this wrong, but I honestly believe we've met before. Perhaps we knew each other a long time ago.. . . "
CHAPTER SEVEN
The high-powered telescope was intently focused on Margo Chandler's condominium. The woman outrageously wasted electricity. Every lamp and overhead fixture threw its brilliance. She paraded about in her panties and bra, flashing her neighbors. She hadn't a decent bone in her body. She was morally corrupt, seducing men with her naughty under things. The lure of sex and intense fulfillment always beckoned.
Margo Chandler's ticket was nearly up. The time had come to take revenge. She'd enjoyed twenty years more of her life than she should have been allowed. Her crime remained unpunished.
Another reason prompted swift action. Recognition stirred whispers from the past. Her memory banks had been stimulated. Dormant cells were suddenly tweaked.
She was remembering. Yes.. .recalling her greatest sin.
Her death would occur before the dust was brushed away.
For the moment, her proposed assailant's identity was secure. The apartment used as a watching post from across her building had been rented in a fictitious name. It was un-likely she could trace it, should she realize she was under surveillance.
Tomorrow's date was referred to on the desk calendar. A red circle had been drawn around the number. Red-an appropriate color for the last day of Margo Chandler's existence.
By nightfall, she would be a police statistic.
"Does Nancy know you're here?" Margo asked Rick.
He grinned. "What do you think?"
"With you, I never guess. I've learned it's an exercise in futility."
He laughed. "You give me too much credit. Try applying some of it to yourself." His merriment faded as he pecked her bare throat. "Your scent intoxicates me. At times, I want nothing more than to devour you."
Margo stirred at his touch. Her amusement with his slinking to her place evaporated. She had been in denial wanting him, then surrendered to the weakness. When she swung open the door and saw him leaning against the frame with a reckless grin, she pronounced the situation hopeless.
Rick was hooked on her.
She invited him in. She had been lounging about in a pair of silk pajamas, not expecting company. Her afternoon with Mike Brennan cured her of wanderlust-at least, for that evening. Even casually attired, she managed to look delicious.
They entered her living room. "Would you care for a drink?" she offered, indicating her cocktail cart. "I was about to pour myself some wine. I'd be happy to get a second glass."
He answered her with his hands. He molded those jutting tits with his hands, sweeping his thumbs over her alert nipples.
Margo swallowed roughly.
He calmly undid her buttons. He eased her tits out of her pajama top with an expert flick. Had she known he was stopping by, she would have worn a imagine bra. The one strapped to her body appeared to suffice. His face glowed.
"You've got great tits," he muttered while getting the snap.
Margo observed the retrieval of her stiff nipples while a lump formed in her throat. "Mmmmm. Show me how much you like them."
Rick drew her hard, throbbing nub into his mouth. He clamped down, then whipped it with his tongue. Instant thrills raced up and down her spine. Margo moaned. The sensation drove her wild. He whipped that tasty nipple. Switching to the other, he repeated the deed. Margo was subjected to those satisfying flicks.
"Jesus, you can't get enough, can you?" she murmured, unable to watch. Her eyes shut tight during the commotion. His saliva, escaping from the very corner of his mouth, dripped down her appetizing flesh. "Ohhhh."
Rick navigated her to the sofa, then maneuvered himself over her writhing body. Margo was aware of his pulsing erection. He took greater mouthfuls of tit, giving each a meticulous sucking. After getting her fully aroused, he planned to stick his cock in that soft pussy and fuck her brains out.
"You're right," he muttered in between breaths. "I can't seem to get my fill of you. I can't sleep at night. All I can think about is climbing over your sweet body."
"You've got a wife that could give you what you need."
"No. Nancy can't make me happy in bed. She never has."
Margo's senses reeled from the gentle, then harder sucking of her tits. His lips were practically grafted to her tender flesh. He lashed each stub with drool until they floated in a pool of bubbles, then sucked them dry. Margo thought the top of her head would explode from the intensity he exhibited.
Margo shook her head. She couldn't fight it. The fever Rick induced caused her to whisper meaningless things. He slurped her nipples, one mind-bending stroke after another. His blistering saliva set them on fire. The clamp of his lips brought delirium.
Christ, he was steaming her up! She no longer thought of him as her client's husband. Rick fell under a new classification.
While his mouth was stationed over her reverberating nipple, he probed the insides of her legs. A finger slid between her cunt lips. "Mmmmm. You're wet," he huskily noted, swerving through its fur lining. He groped her swollen mound. "Oh, yeah. You're dying for some."
Margo had barely enough presence of mind to collect her scattered thoughts, much less respond to his statement. When his heavy thumb slid through the soaked division of her cunt and abutted her enlarged clit, she quivered. His jiggling left her speechless.
"Am I working you up, baby?" he muttered, tracing his tongue around her nipple. "Are you thinking about my nice, big cock?"
"Ohhhh," she moaned, unable to answer. His thumb worked her clit with unerring precision. The suck he administered blanketed her in a fog. "Ohhhh."
"Want me to fuck you?"
Rick proceeded to strip away her every defense, enslaving her with finger and tongue. Margo writhed against him. Manually stimulating her, she tightened around his digit. Her pussy adapted to it, sucking when he drove forward.
He curved his body so that she could observe the tent formation in his pants. "Look at that puppy. It wants you, Margo. It wants to give you pleasure."
Margo trembled. "Yes."
He seized her hand and smashed it to his engorged member. He rotated his hips so she could simulate a massage. "Jesus. It's a fucking baseball bat. It's throbbing. Oh, yeah. Stroke me, baby." He licked her ear lobe. "Not too much. I don't want to cum in my pants."
Margo wasn't crazy about that idea, either. She took matters in hand. The metal tag of Rick's zipper was reachable. She ripped down its teeth, then groped inside for the thing that drove her mad. Rick breathed roughly as she groped him.
"Look what you've got, baby. That's the best part of me. Isn't it beautiful? Pump me with your fist. Ahhhh. Take it out of my pants. It wants to breathe. It needs to feel the inside of your mouth."
"Oh?" she purred, reclaiming her voice.
"You want me to suck it, don't you?" She steered him through the opening. His cock pulsed furiously in her grip. Rick's length took her breath. He was outstanding. She recalled his almost splitting her in two at the shop. "You want to feel my lips on it."
A lazy grin took shape. His eyes glided leisurely in her direction.
Of course he wanted a blow job. Nancy refused him in that department-based on his earlier claim. Margo loved stuffing her face with cock. She would give him what his wife wouldn't.
His bulbous cockhead appeared large and angry. Margo lashed it with saliva, letting the amount she dispensed dribble before she applied more. She awaited signs of frustration in wanting more. When he moved, she let out her tongue again and gave him a gratifying slurp. Rick's ecstatic quiver registered. His muffled gasp verified her suspicions. She could taste his lust.
"Well," she declared after a moment's study. "We definitely have 'liftoff'"
"You're God damn right, we do."
Margo admired his cock another second before stroking it with her tongue. It was delightfully huge-almost as thick as her wrist. Soon, she was sucking at the cumhole of his bulb with all her might. Sweet sensations appeared to bolt through Rick's bloodstream. Her lips widened to absorb his entire cockhead. His balls were pumped with jism.
His muscles tensed when she brushed the side of his dick with her lips. She planted a sizzling kiss at the top.
Rick closed his eyes and opened his mouth so that their tongues could meet. Not once through their kiss did Margo surrender his dick. She still locked her fingers around his shaft, preserving its perfect state of erection. As they French-kissed, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked his tongue to show him what she had done and would continue doing to his cock. Margo realized she was teasing him, but that was part of her strategy.
She made Rick tremble. After her mouth drove him sufficiently crazy, she released him. He gasped for air, his heart palpitating. Margo was pleased to have worked him into a frenzy.
"Isn't it better when I take over?" she mewled. "You don't know what I'm going to do next."
Rick's hand cupped the top of her head, pushing her between his legs. "Let's take the guesswork out it, baby. Open up and let me in."
Margo's blonde hair fell over his lap. She flipped it over her shoulder, then bobbed up and down his cock. She gave him a long and enjoyable sucking. Her serpentine tip tormented him. She licked up and down that tall shaft. Deep throat was another ploy. She swallowed his thing, taking it far into her throat. Bubbles of spit formed along his wide pulsing base. His staying power impressed her. He did not rinse her cheeks from an accidental explosion.
"Wow," he said after elevating himself. His balls hugged her lips. "It's gone."
Not gone but hiding, she luxuriously thought as it throbbed in her mouth. Mmmmm.
The tip of his cock tickled her tonsils. Margo had him all the way down, accomplishing that feat without choking, nor the need for air. She had him at the brink of eruption, controlling with her fingertips. Applying pressure to his balls cut off the jism stream after a few tiny spurts.
Mmmmm, Margo pondered. Those drops of man juice really hit the spot. She usually went for the touchdown, but stopped herself. She wanted to prolong his pleasure as long as possible.
The room thundered with their ragged inhaling and exhaling. Rick dragged huge gulps of air into his lungs as Margo mouthed his swollen cock. "Take more of me," he groaned. "Suck me to the root. Ahhhh. Wrap your lips around that dick and suck hard. Come on, baby. Work the cum up my shaft with that gorgeous mouth." He gasped, then thrust himself steadily into the ring that enclosed him. "Want me to fuck that beautiful face? Huh? Latch onto me, baby. I'm going down."
"Mmmmm," Margo mewled, sucking his dick with renewed vigor. The mounting pressure of her lips abridged his sentences until he labored beneath her very hungry lips. "Mmmmm."
"Keep going down on it," he muttered, pumping her lips. "I want to stay wet. Ahhhh. Eat that monster. Stroke me with that slick mouth. Ahhhh. Lick it while I'm in there. Use your tongue. Come on, baby. Do it. Yeah."
Rick fought the urge to cum in her mouth as long as he could. His endurance astonished Margo. No matter how hard she sucked on him, he held back. She fastened her lips as tightly as possible to his shaft and attempted to milk him of hot jism. Her tongue traced the protruding veins, slipping around the bloated head, wrenching the taut skin of his cock. She couldn't, however, bring about his deluge.
Margo loved when a man came in her mouth. Her lips twitched and her tongue flickered to receive every last drop of goo. Drinking a man's excitement was the best past of a blow job.
"Mmmmm," Margo moaned, clasping him with her horny lips. "Mmmmm."
"Fill your mouth with me. Take all you can. Suck me good." He paused, then, in a strangled voice, ordered her to lick his balls.
Margo gladly complied. She removed her sucking lips from his throbbing member, then lashed his taut sack. Rick groaned as a steam of bubbles snapped over her delicate flesh. She lapped the oval shapes while his cock jerked in her oral clench. The scent of his manly flesh aroused her. She danced across its velvet texture.
Clasping his shaft, she jerked him off while lathering his balls. He palpitated wildly in her fist while she ran her curling tip over his sensitive pouch. She slashed saliva over every section until it bubbled.
"Enough," he gasped, dragging oxygen into his lungs. "Suck my dick, baby. Get it back in your mouth. I'm close to cumming."
Margo reapplied her draining suck. She viewed the wave of Rick's Adam's apple as a strong enough indication. He swallowed roughly. His fists balled. Oh, yeah. He was almost there.
Margo got so fucking hot from blowing him, she had to start fingering herself. She began jiggling her swollen clit. Ohhhh. She longed for the feel of his cock in her pussy, charging against her love button. That shivering friction alone would have given her an orgasm.
She was fixed on sucking him to orgasm first. Having an appetite for it, she wanted to down his cum. That dick yawned in and out of her mouth. Her lips became all the more sticky from the backwash of saliva. She eased herself down until lodging him in the back of her throat. Gradually, she journeyed to the bulbous head.
Rick shook from all that hot suction. He couldn't take another second of her oral massage, her slithering tongue, or her hot breath.
"Swallow it," he howled. "Swallow it, baby. Ughhh. Ughhh. Ughhh."
All at once, jism splashed into her mouth. Rick enclosed her head with his hands, urging her to stay down and drink. Heavy squirts of his gooey stuff were discharged. He howled with joy while exploding in Margo's mouth. His entire body shuddered while he spent himself.
Margo finished herself off with her speedy finger. She climaxed shortly afterward.
In the building across the way, an eye peered into the high-powered telescope. Tomorrow, Margo. Tomorrow.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Margo sipped a cup of coffee while critically evaluating her sketch. A new line of lingerie, almost fine-tuned, was on the drawing board. She needed to perfect, then send it to Collette for production. Each time she struggled for originality. She constantly sought something fresh and more daring. Her customers demanded bedroom attire worthy of the hefty prices she exacted. Margo never disappointed them, but the creative processes were often depleting.
Silk stockings, French-cut panties, lacy bodices-they had been done to death. She needed to put an exotic spin on those items if she wanted to stay on top.
"Hmmmm, that's nice," Amanda critiqued, glancing over her shoulder. "Is that part of your Spring collection?"
Margo wrinkled her nose. "I haven't decided." She pushed the pad away. "I'm saturated. Devoting hours to these things has wiped me out. I hope that when picking up the thread tomorrow, I find something salvageable."
"You're too hard on yourself, Margo. Your designs are lovely." She picked up the pad and skimmed its heavy pages. "This is some of your best work. Collette will be excited bringing it to life."
Margo smiled. "You're simply humoring me."
"No. I like this one in particular. It's very becoming." She displayed the g-string and silk stockings combination. The bra featured a sumptuous filigree. "I'll bet my boyfriend's tongue would wag if I wore it."
"Perhaps you will."
Amanda's heartbeat began to quicken. She recalled her promise to Nick. He wanted information regarding Margo's lucrative climb up the ladder. "Have you ever donned such things for someone special?"
Margo drank more coffee. "Naturally."
"You never speak of the men in your life."
"You've never asked."
"I didn't think it my place."
Margo's eyes flashed. She looked as though her next several answers would undergo intense editing. "I won't admit being a saint. I see men from time to time, my schedule permitting. My primary concern is maintaining the quality of my work. I could not afford to keep the doors of the Golden Chemise open if I failed on that level."
The subject of boyfriends appeared temporarily closed. Amanda switched topics. "You've been enormously successful. The Golden Chemise has a solid reputation among the connoisseurs of lingerie. How did it all come about?"
Margo laughed. "You're terribly inquisitive this evening."
"I can't help but wonder. You decided to open the shop years ago, despite the crushing competition, and managed to survive. Did someone bear a positive influence, or were you responsible for making it happen?"
"A little of both," Margo said, allowing her mind to hurtle backward in time. "I was a restless individual, anxious to brand my name upon the fashion industry. Lingerie wasn't my first love. I was enamored by the Haute Couture. I ventured to Paris when I was twenty, physically drawn to the couturiers. That city truly inspired me."
"Were you a model?"
Margo nodded. "In those days, one had to learn from the basement up. It was the most effective way of getting close to the masters. One especially comes to mind-" Her smile faded, her features darkened. She turned to Amanda. "It's getting rather late, and it's quite an involved tale. Perhaps another night, when I have more time-and energy."
Amanda swallowed her disappointment. It wasn't often Margo showed generosity in furnishing personal details. Pushing her, however, would have been a mistake. "Of course. I've already locked up and was on my way out. Will you be leaving, too?"
"Not yet." Margo regarded the sketch pad. "I ought to work with it a while longer. Collette has become impatient over getting started, and I'm nowhere near completion."
"Very well. Don't wear yourself out."
Margo beamed at her. "I won't." She definitely heard the lock bolted five minutes later. The shop's security assured, she returned to her drawings.
Her scrutiny over the proposed designs lengthened. The coffee in her cup had turned cold when she last sipped it. Margo considered brewing a fresh pot in order to make serious progress when a harsh pounding startled her. Someone repeatedly smacked his fist on her door.
Who in the world could that be? Amanda had surely displayed the "Closed" sign in the window, alerting her customers that the shop had adjourned for the day.
The pounding continued. Its pitch was almost alarming.
Margo wouldn't normally answer it, given the late hour. She didn't want to encourage customers who refused to observe her hours open to the public.
The chance the pummeling belonged to either Mike Brennan or Rick Hoffmann popped into her head. She would have appreciated being phoned before their unsolicited knock at her door. Men were the greatest offenders of structured courtesies.
She left her desk and went in front. The person outside her door blended with the night. She wondered if her impromptu visitor was someone of her acquaintance.
Peering through the glass, she was startled to find Nancy Hoffmann on the other side. Oh, God. That dreaded confrontation was on the verge of taking place. Nancy had learned of her rendezvous with Rick.
Swallowing her dread, she unlocked the door.
"Nancy," she said, summoning cheer, "what brings you here this time of night?"
"We've got to talk," she said, her tone anxiety-ridden.
"Certainly." Margo took a deep breath and stepped aside. Nancy hurried into the shop, looking thoroughly disturbed. Her uncommon demeanor underscored the-likelihood of a clash. Nancy's effervescence had vanished. Exhausted from the hours invested in polishing her sketches, Margo wasn't emotionally equipped to handle a tirade.
"I apologize for the intrusion," Nancy blurted. "I'm sure it's an imposition."
Margo waved off her concern. "It's quite all right. Let's go in back and make ourselves comfortable. I was about to make coffee, but caffeine seems the last thing you need. How about some brandy? I happen to have a bottle."
Nancy shook her head. "It was wrong of me to barge in on you. Why don't we get together for lunch tomorrow?"
"Since you're here, we might as well talk."
"I suppose you're right."
Margo poured her a generous brandy, taking only a splash for herself. Sitting at her desk, she regarded Nancy. In the glow of her overhead lamp, she seemed incredibly attractive. Margo recalled Rick's harsh references to her as a "dead fuck." She defied that description. Nancy seemed a highly desirable woman.
"What's the matter, Nancy? What brings you here?"
A medley of expressions registered. "It's Rick. I believe he's having an affair."
Margo gulped. "Are you sure of it?"
She nodded emphatically. "A woman can tell about these things. He's been coming home late and showering before climbing into bed. He hasn't tried to touch me. Oh, Margo, I despise myself for troubling you with my problems, but you seemed the one person with whom I could confide."
"You haven't discussed your suspicions with any of your girlfriends?"
"No. I'm afraid he's seeing one of them. If I investigate, I might stumble onto something I'll surely regret."
Margo almost let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Nancy."
Her tone softened. "I've always had a great deal of respect for you, Margo. I feel as though you're my surrogate mother. I suppose I was looking for maternal understanding when I hopped into the cab and gave the driver your address. I felt I could unburden myself on you without complaint. It appears my perceptions were valid."
"I'm flattered you feel that way, dear." She placed her hand over hers and thought, God, if she only knew.
Nancy warmed to her touch. "You know, I feel better already. I guess holding it inside almost put me over the edge. Discussing it with you has changed it."
"Rick is a very busy man. Running a law firm has to be a tremendous responsibility. It's obviously consumed him. Your order for the things I had modeled is almost finished. Wear some of them for him and note the change.
He'll come around. Trust me."
Nancy didn't appear to be listening. Her eyes glimmered in their capture of Margo. Her lips quivered. "When I wear your outfits, I feel extremely sexy."
"That's the purpose behind slipping into them."
Her fingers were whisper-soft. Nancy moved closer to Margo. She gazed at her with new meaning. Her tits brushed her. Margo didn't see the sparks of passion until they crackled over her skin.
Nancy's voice dropped to a seductive tone. "You always bring models with you to exhibit your wares, Margo. Why is it you never get into those undergarments yourself?"
"My role is designer, not model."
"It's been a disappointment to me. I've often wanted to see you garbed in those exquisite creations."
Margo could feel her pussy tense and moisten. Her eyes glittered with yearning. She began to wonder what Nancy would taste like.
Rick's description of her from the previous day resonated in the back of her mind. His references to her glacial personality didn't seem to apply. Margo perceived a woman with a smoldering libido.
Nancy appeared to crave something only a woman could supply. Margo was totally comfortable rendering that service. Her orientation wasn't specifically heterosexual. She had, upon occasion, indulged in flings with those of her gender. A woman constantly learned such things about herself as she aged.
Nancy employed a honeyed tone. "You aren't afraid of letting people see the woman behind those delicious ideas?"
"Not in the least," Margo purred, unafraid to show her arousal.
Nancy vented her a hot stare. She made no attempt to disguise her hunger. Her tongue entered Margo's mouth with unexpected force, then swirled about until hers retaliated. Their tits pressed together, nipples touching. Margo squirmed against her quivering form, enjoying those lush female curves. It felt good, being embraced by an enthusiastic woman. Margo wondered how deeply her needs reached.
Nancy's anxieties underwent transition. The distressed young woman who entered her shop discarded her woes. Margo worried about her instability. That concern was displaced as their kiss lengthened. Margo sensed mounting desire. Neglecting the urgency that prevailed over her proved unthinkable. Learning more about what made Nancy Hoffmann tick spurred her.
Nancy unbuttoned her blouse. Her fingers were quick, expert. The tiny pinch to her nipples made Margo gasp. She converted the pink nub into a stiff peak. Margo shivered as it expanded, then moaned as she covered it with her mouth. She sucked delicately on her tit. The persistence and urgency of her lips brought Margo to sopping wetness.
"Ohhhhhh," Margo whimpered, trembling from the intensity she exerted. Her head tilted back while struggling to absorb the sensations that hummed through her body. Margo seized Nancy's head and held it in position. She didn't want her to stop slobbering her rock-hard nipple-not even for a moment. The slurps she took were exquisite, satisfying.
Nancy's fingers roamed freely over Margo. She dug them into her ass and pulled her as closely as possible. She took enjoyment in her curves and what they had to offer.
Margo sighed with contentment as her sucks became furiously demanding. When Nancy cupped her mound and rubbed, her eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. Margo shuddered with joy. Just having those rotating tips near her clit offered relief. Her ardor spiraled.
Nancy did not seek her consent. What occurred was almost dream-like. Neither stopped to question her actions.
Nancy sensed Margo's increasing dizziness and steered her on top of the desk. Margo couldn't resist her. The pleasure of her mouth was inescapable. She vibrated against those fiercely sucking lips. She knew what she wanted her to do with them.
Grasping the edge of the desk, Margo spread her legs. Nancy knelt, then lifted her skirt. She massaged the damp spot on her French-cut panties with her nose. Nancy inhaled her womanly fragrance. Her sob of approval had Margo shaking. Margo caught her breath as she dragged her panties down her smooth thighs. Nancy didn't allow her another second getting them off-her face plunged to her pussy. Margo felt her sharp exhalations against her flesh, following the tickle of her long blonde hair as it whipped her stomach and inner thighs. The last thing Margo experienced was the firm, moist tip of her tongue on her juicy cunt flesh.
Then, euphoria!
"Oh Nancy. Yes, it's okay. Suck me," Margo moaned, thrusting her snatch at Nancy's eager mouth. Margo curved her legs about her bobbing head, clinging to Nancy with all her might. Margo hugged the sides of her face. "Taste me. Yes. Ohhhh. Lick my pussy. Use your tongue. Lash my hot clit. Do me. Yes. Ohhhh."
Nancy proved quite knowledgeable in dispensing oral delight. Her strokes were soft, indulgent and gratifying. Margo couldn't get enough. She wanted her to suck nonstop, cleaning her of juice. More streamed from Margo's horny snatch, only to be removed by that enthusiastic tip.
Margo writhed, accepting her fluttering lust. Her head tilted back as the waves of joy assaulted her. She lost command of her vision. Her speech garbled at the application of hot saliva.
Margo understood why Rick often wanted her. Nancy gave the illusion of being the accommodating wife, but, in truth, she craved something Rick couldn't possibly give. She even ventured a guess that some of Nancy's relationships with her girlfriends were more than platonic.
Ohhhh. Nancy certainly had Margo hooked. She could easily form an addiction to that wildly curling tongue and its delightful insanity.
"I can't believe I'm having you," Nancy murmured. "You're fulfilling my secret fantasy. You can't know how deeply I've wanted you."
"Ohhhh," Margo panted, wanting more of that sinuous treatment. Nancy devoured unrestricted quantities of her soaked cunt. Her eyes sparkled while bobbing between Margo's legs. Each descent brought further bliss and a heightened loss of control. Margo clasped Nancy's head and pushed down on it, then swerved her pussy to her mouth. Nancy brandished her tip and engaged her clit with frantic strokes. "Ohhhh." Margo encouraged her until the last of her slurps robbed her of strength.
Margo came quickly, her brain unable to process another explosive image. She clenched her teeth and slammed her ass to the desk with shuddering force. Nancy didn't hesitate for a second, raging with thirst. She scooped up her tits and squeezed them as the spasms intensified. Margo arched her back and swayed, swinging her blonde mane. She ground her hips as the fire she kindled licked at her flesh.
"Ohhhh," Margo murmured, sweat pouring from her brow. "Oh, God."
"Mmmmm," Nancy sighed.
Margo had to have a taste of the woman's pussy. She wanted to discover its flavor while feeling her cum against her swirling tip.
Eagerly, they switched places. Margo's face swooped between Nancy's legs. Margo smelled the excitement in her cunt. She, too, wanted to be licked. Her features stressed that notion. Margo, ecstatic, wanting nothing more than to have that pussy in her mouth.
"Love me with your tongue, Margo," she panted. "Make me happy down there."
"I will," she purred.
Nancy shoved her silk bush at Margo's face.
"Yes. Please give me some tongue."
Margo sucked her pussy that instant. Her pink cunt lips beckoned. She opened them with her tongue, snaking the tip between that slippery division. The honey oozed right to her lips. Margo dipped into that sugary fount, letting it dissolve on her undulating tip.
"Ohhhhhhh," Margo heard her gasp of satisfaction. Nancy jerked in her grasp, responding to the heat.
Margo held her fast and dove even further into her sopping crevice. She licked and sucked, causing those slim hips to jerk.
"Don't stop. More. Give me more of it."
Her pleas were expendable. Margo was only too happy to comply. Her taste buds screamed for her savory dew. Seizing those volatile hips, she went down on Nancy. She gleaned the flavor from those thick flaps.
Nancy's spine arched. "Oh, Margo!"
Margo dipped her tongue into that yummy snatch. Nancy's cunt melted her mouth. Her breathing grew ragged as Margo ate her pussy. Margo couldn't control herself. Tenderness was noticeably excised from her technique. Un-like her calm nibbling, Margo proved wanton. She made her thrash and sweat with her furious lashing. Margo fucked her relentlessly with her tongue. Nancy's cunt became all the more juicy from her probe. She sucked
Nancy until her nerves were visibly shot.
"Ohhhh, oh, yes!" Nancy cried.
Her sleek thighs surrounded Margo's face. Margo saw them tremble as she used her tip to great effect. Nancy was hoarse and burning with fever as she worked that clit, vibrating it to perfection. Because giving head was an enjoyable experience, Margo took pleasure in seeing her reach a satisfying conclusion.
"You're so tasty," Margo remarked between slurps. Her lips were coated with Nancy's juices. She attached them and sucked hard on her pink flesh. After several uninterrupted seconds, Margo lifted her mouth. Nancy couldn't remain steady. She rocked against the desk, sweating, begging her to continue.
"Don't stop," Nancy begged through closed teeth. "Please, more."
To explain the ferocity of her need, she cupped the back of Margo's head and crammed that succulent pink flesh in her mouth. Margo's tongue stabbed Nancy's warm crevice and wriggled madly.
"That's it," Nancy panted. "Oh, God. I love it."
Margo strongly sucked her pussy, permitting zero recovery. She drank the tangy ooze that seeped from her sodden core. She even showed her a few tricks that stole Nancy's breath.
"Where did you learn that? Oh, Margo.
Ohhhhhh," she whimpered. The hand that gripped Margo's head trembled roughly. Her chin went high while she struggled to replenish her air supply. "Yes. Ohhhh."
"Mmmmm," Margo moaned, curling around the drenched lips and veering toward her clit. Nancy tried pushing her mouth over it, but Margo resisted her. Margo teased her for several seconds. She licked her pink flesh and dabbed into the juice-filled hole. Margo drank her lip-smacking treat as if it were in short supply.
"More, please," Nancy sobbed, leaning into Margo's face. It was more an order than a request. That wet pussy crowded Margo's thirsty expression.
Margo swallowed what she could. Nancy had a delightful flavor. She massaged her ass, pulling Nancy tightly to her face. Nancy yielded to her urgent strength.
Her nails raked through Margo's hair and reached her scalp. Margo was much too turned on to care. She decided to grant her relief. Her tongue slithered over her clit in one continuous stream.
"Oh, God." Her head tilted back, her chin high and her voice trailing off like a sigh. The pressure of her nails lessened. Her ass wiggled in her clutches. "Yes, eat it. Put your whole tongue in there. Yeah. Oh, God. Fuck me with it. Yeah. Deeper."
God, Margo inwardly remarked. If Rick could only see his wife now. Her transformation would shock him.
Nancy's ass thrashed against the desk at every flick of Margo's snake-like tip. Margo enjoyed tongue-fucking her. She speared into her sopping tissue, digging to capacity. Those slurps enabled her joy. Margo's contentment stemmed from her full-throated cries.
After a few more sucks, Nancy came against Margo's face. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, cumming." Margo went about lapping that quivering flesh long after the contractions deserted her. She traced the slippery boundaries and plunged into her hot succulence. Her gratified yelp was final.
While she still shuddered with orgasm, Margo rose to her feet and embraced her. Nancy appreciated having someone to cling to during that weak moment. Her hands smoothed over her back. Her breath, scented with cunt, drifted. Margo nibbled on those moist lips, gratified to see her old demeanor return. The young woman beaming before her was the one she knew.
"I don't know what came over me," Nancy confessed. "I couldn't explain that outburst, even if I tried."
"Let's not dwell on it," Margo whispered. "I enjoyed myself, too. It'll remain our secret."
"Yes. A secret I won't ever tell. Not even Rick."
Margo smiled. Secrets were the things she kept best.
CHAPTER NINE
"Christ!" Amanda sobbed, clutching the bed rail. Her red hair dangled from her head. Her green eyes rotated in their sockets.
"Yeah," Nick groaned, pulling her down on him. He elevated his hips, thrusting into her cunt. "Come on, baby. Bring that pussy to me."
Amanda's ass dropped into his lap. Another cry tore from her throat. His cock sank into her juicy muff. She twisted herself down to the base, giving him the friction he craved. Excitement constricted her.
Smashed inside her pussy, Nick let out a grunt. He dug his heels into the mattress, cramming his way into that slick enclosure. He reached his target heart rate while watching that monster charge into her petite body. His thick shaft opened that small cunt to capacity. He stood in her quivering center.
Automatically, his hands surrounded those compact buns and dragged them to his burning groin. He swallowed heavily when her cute tush made contact with his balls.
"Oh, baby," he muttered, relishing the connection. "That feels so good."
Balancing herself, Amanda took him up her squishy middle. Nick filled her hot, wanting hole. She savored that packed sensation. Seconds before penetration, Amanda tightened into a succulent knot. Working herself to that wide base involved much swiveling. It was sheer heaven sliding down him.
Nick resembled a Greek god. The prospect of merging with that hunky man drove her wild.
Clutching her shoulders, she rocked on him. Nick grunted as she lifted herself, then dropped. He watched a smile gradually form on her face. Her eyes remained shut as she rose and fell, riding his swollen cock.
"Yes," she slurred. When she blinked, he saw that her emerald pupils were moist and shiny. She moved up and down on his thing, increasing her tempo. Her tits swayed, her nipples jutting. That soaked cunt fit snugly over his rigid member, gratuitously squeezing him. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes."
Her fingers swerved through the dense growth that lined his chest. His dark ringlets curled around her swirling digits. When she uncovered his nipples, he trembled. She made no effort to avert them. She deliberately scratched those tiny buds.
"Jesus," he gasped, subjected to a flurry of delicious shocks.
Below her circular motion, she discerned his rapid heart beat. Nick fiercely palpitated.
Locked securely, Amanda steadily humped him. His balls thumped against her bouncing butt cheeks. Juicy sounds emanated from her grasping lips. She let that solid cock deeply pump her. Nick reached far into her hot, steamy crevice. He jammed himself high, separating her slippery folds.
Nick could feel every inch of his cock being caressed by the wet walls of Amanda's pussy. They molded to his awesome shape, applying more of their squeezing love. Her hips gyrated, varying her intake. Those drenched lips sweetly stroked him. He couldn't contain his howl of delight as she encased him in ticklish pulp.
"Fuck me, baby," Nick muttered, overwhelmed by the luxury her descent brought. Clutching her ass, he guided her to the bottom of his tall pole. He loved the sucking noises her pussy made when sliding up and down him. He enjoyed having her cunt pulsate around him. She closed against his dick, applying its tingling embrace. "Oh yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me good."
Using her knees for leverage, Amanda jammed her pussy onto that furiously upright monster. She sobbed with each sticky thrust. Her skin glistened with sweat. Her cunt expanded when she reached his foundation. Nick had an immense base.
The pungent odor of her female essence tweaked his nostrils. Nick inhaled her personal aroma. She dripped onto his stiff cock, letting the fumes of her arousal waft. That musky scent made him fiercely pump her.
"Oh, Nick," she wailed. His balls loudly spanked her butt. "Ohhhh."
He could feel her lips tightening around his dick as he crammed it into her saturated hole. The skin of his cock collected at her condensed opening. Amanda hammered herself to his stem, forcing that section into her overheated cunt. He groaned as it submerged. "You're really worked up, aren't you, baby? Oh, yeah. Ride me. Fuck my big cock. Get down on it. Plug it into that wet pussy."
Turning, she reached for his balls. His sac pressed to her ass. In stretching, she fondled the segment that emerged. Nick protruded thickly from her juicy crack. She traced his pronounced veins. She rotated her buns, savoring that burrowing mass inside her. She caressed his balls, detecting their burden.
Nick drove high into those open thighs. Amanda strained around him, crushing him with her cock-loving lips. He lay back, taking pleasure in her satisfying pull. He let her enjoy that part of him. She steadily greased him, skidding up and down his pole.
Amanda's alert nipples came to his attention. He couldn't ignore those delectable stubs another moment. Releasing her ass, his hands swept up her back. He pulled those ripe nubs to his mouth. His wriggling tongue awaited them. He wanted to suck those stiff peaks.
"Mmmmm," he hummed against her sugary flesh.
Amanda responded. She undulated on his lap, elevated by both sensations. That cunt-splitting ecstasy complemented his satisfying pucker.
"Yes," she whimpered, sliding down his cock. "Suck my tits. Ohhhh. Run your teeth over those nipples." His nibbling gave her the shivers.
She particularly enjoyed the position they assumed. That angle afforded her clit greater contact with his hard thing. She ground herself to it, generating luscious friction. His juice-slick cock provided an abundance of thrills. After several pulverizing moments, Amanda realized she was about to cum.
"Oh, baby," she sobbed, trembling on top of him. "Ohhhh. I'm going to peak."
Nick was about to succumb to the urge, too. His pulse raced while they were coupled.
Dragging fresh air into his lungs, he steered them to that destination.
Amanda rose, dislodging her nipple from his saliva-adhesive lips. She pinned Nick's hair-rough wrists with her hands and rode out the turbulence. An agitation inhabited her body. By rubbing her pussy over Nick's cock, she sought to alleviate it. Faster and faster her hips snapped, gobbling him to the root. Orgasm was within attainment.
"Keep going," Nick croaked. His head flew from one side to the other as he digested the greedy clamp of her snatch. "Don't stop. Move that ass."
Amanda's mound dug into his groin on the down thrust. His balls bulged from her frenzied compression.
The surrounding atmosphere thinned. Air was in short supply. Both were gasping.
Amanda scaled the blissful heights. She savored the dizzying elevation when approaching climax. Just before spasming, she enjoyed a moment of weightless detachment. All perception of Nick faded. She was merely cognizant of that hot, spearing love. She sat heavily on his cock, climbing with its urgent thrusts.
"Oh, Nick," she moaned, taking it deep. "Oh, Nick."
"Christ," he grunted. "I'm going to jizz."
His animal cry followed. He squirted in her pussy, jerking madly. Clutching her ass, he pulled her to the trunk and continued cumming. She squirmed in his lap, acknowledging his hot discharge. His body shook beneath her, unable to cope with the fever that consumed it.
"Ughhh," he growled, spurting. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Amanda contracted in the midst of all that spewing. She squeezed the cum from him, milking his load. His powerful grip endeavored to tame her orgasmic thrashing. Their flesh slapped together as the turmoil waned.
Nick stroked her nipples during her convulsion. Amanda shivered from the sparks emitted by those soothing fingertips. At last, they regained their calm. Their bodies settled in gentle repose. Numb with pleasure, Amanda curled around Nick.
"That was terrific," he said after his breathing became regular. "Things got so hot, I thought we were going to melt together."
"What a delicious thought," she purred, combing through the dense matting of his chest. "When I'm locked to you, I ponder something very similar." She began trailing kisses along his neck. "Mmmmm. I may lick the sweat from your body."
"Still want more of me?"
"I always do." She thought of how much there was to take. God, she never wanted to share him with another woman, even if there was enough for two. Fortunately, Nick displayed no interest in other women.. .except one. "By the way, I made good on my promise. I talked with Margo this evening."
He raised a brow. "Oh? What did you discover?"
She related the brief information obtained. "Perhaps I'll learn more another time."
"Keep me informed."
Amanda perched herself on an elbow and stared at him. "Why are you so hungry for details about Margo? I've never seen such curiosity before."
He smiled. "I suppose I haven't been completely honest with you. There is an underlying purpose. Several weeks ago, I got to know a man by the name of Lanchon. He relocated from Paris about fifteen years ago to start a retail clothing business. As with most audits, we spent many evening pouring over his books and talking. I mentioned I had a girlfriend who worked for Margo Chandler, which provoked his interest. He asked all kinds of questions-not about you, but Margo. The particulars you mentioned weren't enough to satisfy him. He relished each word, then thirsted for more."
"Why doesn't he simply phone her and ask his questions directly?"
"He was adamant about not revealing himself to her."
"That's absurd. If he's an old friend, she wouldn't mind."
"I'm not certain what their relationship was. He insisted I keep his fascination with her quiet. He wants nothing to reach Margo."
"It makes little sense. If he's stumbled upon her after all these years, he ought to contact her."
Nick shrugged. "I thought the same. The mention of her name initially brought painful results. Once I introduced the subject, he would talk of nothing else. I believe he was deeply involved with her at an earlier period of his life, and never reconciled himself to that loss."
"Perhaps I can persuade Margo to visit his store. They could renew acquaintances."
"I don't think that's possible. His business folded immediately after I completed the audit."
"Wasn't it profitable?"
"He generated respectable revenues. The numbers were sound. I don't think he became insolvent. I think he intentionally closed shop. Furthermore, I've been unable to find him."
"He just.. .disappeared?"
Nick nodded. "It's as though he never existed."
CHAPTER TEN
Margo put Nancy in a separate cab and sent her home. Sex had pacified the young woman. She abandoned her earlier concern about her husband straying. Margo suspected Nancy manufactured her hysteria as a means of working up the courage before unleashing her lust.
She waved to Nancy as the cab pulled away from the curb. Margo's pussy continued to tingle. Nancy begged to stay with her, but Margo resisted. She rationalized that Rick might become suspicious if she returned much later.
"You made me very happy tonight," Nancy whispered, brushing her lips. "Let's spend an upcoming a weekend alone. I'll invent something for Rick. He's so busy at work, he'll pay it no mind."
"Let me consult my schedule and we'll make a plan."
Margo sighed as the cab drove away. The evening had gone in a unique direction. She would never have guessed Nancy's infatuation-but then, Rick's had come as a surprise, too.
While waiting for another cab, she relived the moments in the back of her shop. The thrilling press of Nancy's lips to her cunt, the spirit of her tongue and the splendor that branched to every vessel came back. Nancy licked her until she was hoarse, then thirsted for more. The girl's appetite for pussy delighted her.
Rick Hoffmann obviously had no knowledge of his young wife's sexual preference. He married her because she enhanced his image. Her nonperformance in bed was a result of her disenchantment with heterosexual lovemaking. Under a woman's tongue, however, Nancy came alive. Her stimulation was total when navigated by another female.
Nonetheless, Margo thought her unstable. Her mood swings were of enormous concern. One moment, Nancy anguished over her husband's infidelity, and in the next, made a grab for Margo.
Margo planned to laze in a bubble bath and rinse Nancy's saliva from her cunt when she got home. Her pussy still quivered from those searing licks. Jesus. The girl made her cum so hard, she physically ached.
She believed it prudent not to share a cab with Nancy. She predicted that the young woman would paw her the entire way to her front door.
Cabs were strangely scarce that night. Margo waited interminably. After failing to sight one, she began walking down the street. She didn't mind. The air and exercise were revitalizing.
After progressing two blocks, a cab pulled to the curb. A familiar face greeted her. "Margo Chandler, what are you doing? Prowling the streets?"
Margo laughed. Juliette Sorbino seemed downright friendly, compared to the other day. She worried that she lost her as a customer, though why the woman glowered, she hadn't a clue. "Mind if I share your cab? There seems a shortage this evening."
"Certainly. Hop in."
Juliette's eyes rested on her. Briefly, Margo wondered if she had lesbian tendencies, too. Many women seemed to go that route after being emotionally bruised by men. Although Margo's penchant didn't stem from the same reason, she understood the basis of their need.
"Did you find the lime teddy to your liking?" Margo asked.
"As it happens, I bought all three shades. They were lovely. You must be proud of your talent."
"I try very hard to please my customers." Juliette's pupils glittered from the passing street lights. "You give everything to your work, don't you?"
Margo thought her question unusually personal. Juliette peered at her as though expecting a candid reply. "It's been a priority."
"I'm sure it has."
The cab ride was mercifully over. Margo found the atmosphere stifling. Juliette gave her eerie vibrations.
Margo began to pay the driver, but Juliette stuffed several bills into his hand. "Please, allow me." She then proceeded to get out with Margo.
"Oh? Is this your stop?"
"I'm here to pay a call to an old friend. She lives several floors above you."
Margo pondered the peculiar timing of her visit. It was ten-thirty-an hour when most people retired during the weeknight. She resisted commenting on it.
The doorman nodded to Margo, then looked expectantly at Juliette. "Are you expected, Madam?"
"Yes." She began speaking with him while Margo hurried along.
She wanted to put some distance between her and Juliette. An odd feeling came over her when she gazed at the woman-a slow comprehension that she had known her in another time, at another place.
Before the elevator doors could close, Juliette stepped inside. That aggressive maneuver took Margo aback. She hadn't foreseen Juliette to be that quick, either.
The doors quietly shut. Juliette resumed her intense stare.
Her cheeriness dimmed. "You really don't remember me, do you?"
"Now that you mention it, perhaps I do."
"We've aged, you and I. Time has altered my looks. Some people change a great deal in twenty years. You, my dear, have cleverly eluded time."
The voice jogged her memory. She almost detected a French accent. People who came from other countries and spent years on American soil tended to lose their foreign tongue. Their native pronunciations took on the sound of their neighbors. Eventually, no sign of it was found.
Margo squinted. "Who are you?"
"You insult me, Margo. I would have thought, even twenty years after the fact, you might pull my name from the cobwebs of your mind. But, of course, I employed unfair methods to effect my disguise. My hair was once vividly red. Colored contact lenses have altered my blue eyes. It's been both rewarding and amusing to become one of your customers while engaging in my masquerade."
The woman's identity finally registered. Margo gasped. "Oh, my God. Francesca!"
"Yes. Francesca Lanchon-the sister of the man you spurned."
Margo watched on in horror as Francesca removed a gun from her purse.
"It has a silencer," Francesca enlightened. "Don't force me to use it in haste. I have no problem ending your life here, if that is your choice."
"How did you get past the doorman?"
"I slipped him fifty dollars. I told him I was visiting my married lover. The fool bought it."
The doors opened to an abandoned hall. Margo had no idea how she could summon help. Francesca looked positively deranged, pointing that weapon at her. She had no option but to follow her instructions.
"Keep walking," Francesca ordered. "Your slightest mistake will be your last."
Margo took heed and offered complete cooperation.
Once inside her condominium, Francesca crowed of her triumph. "Did you have any idea I'd been watching you? Look up there, where the lamp still burns in the window. I leased that place because it provided an unobstructed view of your floor. I've observed you for weeks."
"Weeks?" Margo echoed.
"Yes. I wanted to learn your habits, and make certain I would cover my tracks. You haven't changed a bit. You're still a slut. I've seen you with various men. I even stayed behind one evening and watched you have sex with that married man in your back room."
"You saw me with Rick?" Margo blurted.
"I even followed you to his home, the night of his party, and surveyed you from the window. You're morally bankrupt, my dear. You never possessed discipline. You encourage every man you meet."
"That isn't true."
"Isn't it?" Francesca's expression turned ugly. "Is that why you deserted my brother at the altar twenty years ago? You found another lover. You pretended to want him, humored him into staging a lavish ceremony, then failed to show up as the guests gathered."
Margo had total recall of the incident. She didn't need Francesca to elaborate. "I had cold feet. Henri insisted we marry. I begged for more time, but he pleaded that we move forward. I never deceived him. He knew I craved my independence, yet was afraid of losing me." She shook her head, as though ridding herself of the subliminal despair. "He confused my respect for his talent with love. He believed I worshipped him. Professionally, I did. His gift of designing clothes was unimaginable."
"You destroyed him."
Margo gasped. "I tried to break the news gently."
"He was never the same. You shattered his heart. He could never reconcile himself of his loss. He became distracted and, finally, he wouldn't pick up a pencil. He claimed that if he didn't have you as his model, his inspiration was gone."
Tears began to pour from Margo's eyes. "I never meant for that to happen."
"He searched for you-in defiance of my will. I prayed he would never find you. Unfortunately, he did."
"Henri.. .is here, in Chicago?"
"Where, I'm not sure. He had a small business in the loop, maintaining a low profile. My brother, once a praised couturier, was reduced to designing suits for businessmen. I'm sure he felt a measure of comfort being near you, even if you couldn't acknowledge his presence. What a degrading experience." Francesca paused, taking a breath. "He knew his decay disturbed me. He was also aware how much I hated you. I told him if I ever found you, it would be your death. He tried to keep me from coming to Chicago, but I wouldn't listen. The day I arrived, he vanished."
"Francesca," Margo said, wiping the moisture from her cheeks, "I can understand how much I've hurt you, and especially Henri, but you must believe that I did not do so with malice. Henri confused love with idolatry. He misinterpreted my respect for something more profound. I could not reason with him."
"Are you saying you never loved my brother?"
"I loved him, but wasn't in love." She lowered her voice. "I also saw how obsessed he was getting. I knew if I went through with the wedding, I would eternally regret it. I had to leave unannounced, with only a note of apology."
"You derailed my brother's career. You led him astray. You broke his spirit. For that, I shall never forgive you." Francesca raised the gun level with Margo's head. "You're going to die."
"If you kill me, you'll eventually be brought to justice. Do you want to face lethal injection, just for the pleasure of carrying out my murder?"
"Yes."
"And what of Henri? You're his only living relative. If what you're saying is true-that I've crumbled his world-then he'll forfeit the last person he has when you're apprehended."
Francesca faltered. "How will the police deduct it was I? Who will tell them?"
"Henri. My sudden death will make that fact crystal clear."
A myriad of expressions passed over Francesca's face. Margo hit a nerve. After a moment, she returned the gun to her purse. "You've bought yourself additional time, bitch. Our score will be settled in another manner."
"And how is that?"
She shook her head. "I'd rather keep you guessing."
Francesca left her with that chilling thought.
"Do I still remind you of someone?"
Margo sighed. She did not appreciate Mike Brennan's sense of humor after her scrape with death. "I obviously made a mistake."
"I wish I had known you before. Perhaps I wouldn't have gone through two unhappy marriages."
She had avoided one-and was still held accountable.
Margo purposely didn't notify the police. What could she gain? No crime had been committed. Francesca's threats were not recorded or documented.
Besides, could she blame the woman? Margo was culpable of the sin Francesca illuminated: she never showed up at the church while the guests breathlessly awaited her arrival in white. She left Paris, without leaving word of her destination behind.
She vanished in thin air, and brought about Henri Lanchon's ruin. Where he went after that, she had no idea. She ran away, while he followed.
Francesca was entitled to her bitterness and thirst for revenge. Margo was guilty of hurting her brother.
Mike, however, was unconscious of the drama that had played out the night before. He skipped an afternoon meeting and came to her place after Amanda informed him of her absence.
"So, you're into hooky," he teased. "Two can play that game."
"I told Amanda I'd be in later."
He loosened his tie. "I'm going to make sure you never show up."
"You'll do no such thing. I've got finishing touches to apply to a new collection."
"I've had an important meeting this afternoon, but I canceled it. Want to know why? Because I'm the boss. I believe you have that prerogative, too."
She tried to move around him. "I need to get dressed, Mike."
"I'd rather you got undressed."
He blocked her path, then put his arms around her. His hands gravitated to her ass. He gave her a disarming squeeze while he steered to her mouth.
Margo's protestations were immediately stifled. Her smothered outrage was replaced by moans of pleasure. He enclosed her quivering rump, varying the pressure until she was provoked into breathless movement. Her dress hiked upward. She gasped, grinding herself against the rigid formation in his pants. Mike sprouted a hard-on, its shape digging into her soft mound.
Mike's tongue entered her mouth, searching for a response. Margo gave it. The friction of that solid wedge against her crotch created sparks of passion. Margo was becoming tremendously aroused. She had no endurance for fighting it.
Margo eased her tits from concealment. Each nipple was delivered swiftly to Mike's mouth. He gladly accepted her gift, circling her nubs with his tongue, then individually completed the pass with a slurp.
Margo moaned as Mike sucked her nipples. Conscious of the magnifying ache in his loins, she repeatedly rubbed herself over the hard, jutting shape of his cock. Mike was totally swollen and afforded her something sweet with which to stroke.
A wet spot formed on Margo's panties. She shivered, rolling her tingling snatch over that compact lump. She could think of nothing else, pistoning her hips and concentrating on that throbbing mass.
Mike took steps to prolong her surge of horniness. Fastening himself to that tit, he sucked her to distraction. He filled his hands with her shapely ass, coercing mewls of delight while dragging her purposely over his stiff cock. The resulting traction was contagious. Not only did he receive a toe-curling charge, but he managed to make Margo's eyes glaze over. He watched her mouth drop open and a flush enter her cheeks while massaging that sensitive area.
After thrilling her with the gyrations of his tongue, Mike lifted his mouth and observed her surrender. He thought of that quivering buttocks in his grip and doubted he would hear a single objection if he went further. His dick hurt from getting so hard. Peering into those glossy eyes, he saw no reason to restrain himself.
He thumbed the wet blotch on her panties. Margo moaned as he pressed into that pulpy zone. The notion of sinking his cock into her layers of squish made his heart race. Hooking the section of material that jacketed her furry lips, he pinned it back. Margo's blonde wisps emerged. He wove through that silken forest while studying her vacant look. A second later, he gravitated to her sodden entrance and fingered her pussy. He slid smoothly into that sluiced receptacle, enjoying the way its slippery walls molded to him. Inspiring slick sounds arose. He pumped her fragrant succulence, stimulating throaty cries.
His cock jerked excitedly. He recalled Margo's squishy fit when he stuck himself between her legs. The prospect of its juicy crush made him swell.
Mike yanked the elastic rim of his briefs over his hips until his dick popped out. His shaft stood at an extreme angle. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the bulbous tip.
Margo enclosed his throbbing erection. "You'd better have a seat. I want to get on your lap."
Mike obliged her.
She gazed down at Mike's anxious expression as she took ownership of his raging cock. His heavy pulsations thrilled her. Peering into those blue pupils, she placed the bloated crown between her moist cunt lips. The second she established contact, the corner of Mike's mouth twitched. His chest rose and fell in anticipation. She lifted her hips above the velvety knob, then pushed down.
"Jesus," Mike gasped as her pussy enveloped him.
Margo studied his rapture as she impaled herself. She sank her fingers into his shoulders as that rigid part of him entered her spongy center. "Ohhhh," she moaned, reacting to that slicing cock. Encasing him tightly, the walls of her pussy attached to the contours of his bone-solid member. She slipped over him like a glove, then constricted.
"Oh yeah," Mike groaned, unable to control the electrical charage that went through him. Absently, he dug his fingertips into her rotating ass, pulling her firmly to him. She buried him between those sensational legs. The satiny backs of her thighs rested on him. He embedded his cock in hot squish. Anchoring his feet to the floor, he leveraged himself for maximum enjoyment. He wanted her to ride his cock.
Margo swallowed roughly. She loved sitting on a man. Her pussy enjoyed that intimate connection. Her pupils curved into the whites of her eyes as she savored their link.
"Yeah," she whispered as it plunged deep into her cunt. Her lips rounded as her sighs poured forth.
"Hump me, baby," he gasped. "Ahhhh. Let me get to the bottom of you."
She rotated her thumbs over his shoulders, then trailed down his sturdy forearms. To punctuate her delight, she lifted herself slightly, then returned his bulbous head to the base of her cunt. Mike evoked a pleased sob as she wrapped him in a cock-pleasing embrace.
Mike stood proudly at the core of her heat. It felt as though a million suction cups were joined to his cock, tugging the skin. She pitched in his clasp, seeking each and every thrill his hard dick offered. He dragged her swaying figure over him, aiming her nipple at his mouth. Anxiously, Mike furnished her exhilaration. He puckered her tit, sucking that stiff nub until she vibrated.
The sensations that ran through Margo's highly aroused body multiplied. She could not begin to identify them. She rocked in his clutches, submitting to the fluctuations of his tongue and lips. Throughout her staggering journey, she never once forgot the fleshy spike that pierced her cunt. She pressed against it, letting its hardness spur her. Her snatch twisted to the plump base, where she received the most satisfaction.
"That feels good," she murmured, taking what she needed. "Ohhhh. Oh, Mike. Yeah. Fuck me."
Mike took complete charge. He aligned himself for maximum penetration, then rammed through those clinging layers of mush. He watched Margo's face as he pumped her. Her eyes took on a distant quality as though seeing paradise with each thrust.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, absorbing his impact. "Ohhhh. Don't stop. Yes. Show me more of that. I love it."
Mike had every intention of giving her more. The effects of her soft, juicy cunt spread to his balls. His excitement churned at a maddening rate. He speared her repeatedly, driven by that luscious surge.
Margo's tits wiggled and shifted before him, silently begging for additional whips of his tongue. He engaged them, shaking. He slurped them until they swam in his drool. He lavished her twin buds with shivering saliva, promoting the weakness that spread through her loins. Margo trembled against him, urging him to gobble all he could.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, settling her ass on his lap. His dick sank into her cunt, moving through her slippery passage. She heard Mike's sharp intake shortly after latching onto his stout trunk. She willed her muscles to become a squishy clamp, then vigorously humped him. "Ohhhh. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
Mike loved making her moan with his cock. He stared into those green eyes while stroking the inside of her pussy. He lunged through her channel, causing a series of gasps. He watched her until that lush, satiating awareness encompassed him. He shut his eyes, giving himself over to it. When Margo's moans tapered, he jammed her good. Her fresh sobs slaked his thirst.
Margo was caught up in the pleasure Mike supplied. He darted and jerked and excited her with his cock. She pounced and undulated on him, working her hips to optimize her gratification. It didn't take long before she climaxed. She was hardly prepared for the strength of that initial eye-opening spasm. Clinging to his shoulders, she submitted to it. "Jesus," she moaned, riding out its delicious turbulence. She crammed every bit of him into her pussy while riddled with contractions. She needed that manly swell immersed in her quivering snatch. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah, baby. That's what I needed. Oh, yeah. Ohhhh."
Mike gave her a steady dose. He fought back the urge to cum in the process. Margo brought him to the brink of orgasm more than once. She thrashed and writhed uncontrollably on his lap, placing a vise-like grip on his cock. He resisted its strangling quality, forcing through its slick handshake.
He scanned the sexy body mounted on him. Drops of sweat streamed down her tits, collecting temporarily at her swollen nipples before falling onto him. That moist patch of hair that frame her pink pussy lips stirred frantically while gored by his upright cock.
She tested his staying powers. He withstood the lure of orgasm, if only to perpetuate Margo's happiness. That ability was stripped to the quick. He knew he could not resist it indefinitely. The intervals between Margo's convulsions narrowed. He lost count of the number. Witnessing her transported expression was more than he could bear.
Margo wanted Mike to cum, but found her concentration disabled. She rose and fell on him, scooping up her tits and arching her back before descending on his stiff cock. Moist sounds evolved from her soaked cunt pulling at him. Ohhhhhh. The sensations that dashed through her were indescribable.
She reached behind and felt his balls straining at her sopping entrance. When she ascended the length of his shaft, she traced the rock-like composition with its profuse width before he rammed back into her. She closed her eyes upon impact, moaning. Bouncing on him several more times, she was ready to cum.
Lightheaded with joy, she collapsed on him. Mike gasped loudly, taking all the air he could into his lungs. Quickly, she covered his mouth with hers and demanded his tongue. She humped him faster than before, focusing on his rigid member, willing it to spurt. She trembled while feeling him burrow into her juicy split, yet craved his discharge. He so tremendously aroused her, her nipples ached from enlargement. Mike could not deflect the assault of her cunt. He weakened from the building squeeze she exerted. His eyes rolled up in their sockets as that heavenly sensation curled his toes and made him squirt. He groaned into her mouth while pumping hot cum in her pussy.
Margo handled his bubbling fury. While he spurted in her cunt, his cock continued to jerk through her. Even in the throes of orgasm, Mike brought her to the pinnacle of joy. Through a sweaty haze, she relinquished her grip on reality.
"Ohhhh," she sputtered when their mouths disengaged and she scrambled for air. The room revolved about her before she tumbled onto his chest.
Mike seized the opportunity to spear her several more times with his hard dick while she shuddered. His thrusts prolonged his physical elation and prevented her from slipping into a daze.
Margo dismounted him, sighing. A luxuriant smile curved her lips. She, too, enjoyed that session.
"Do you think sex gets better after forty?" she mused.
"You're God damn right, I do. Women look hotter to me. I'm in a constant state of arousal."
"I'll vouch for that." She caressed his limp cock. "I am in total agreement about sex after forty. It sizzles. I find myself enjoying it more than ever before."
"I guess we discover over the years the things that matter. Sex is where it's at. Nothing rivals getting off the old-fashioned way. Why accept substitution when the best stuff is naturally produced?"
Margo smelled her juices on his cock. She had lubricated him well. While he took a deserved rest, she drifted toward that thing. She let out her tongue, grazing its side.
"Somebody's getting hungry," he joked.
"How can you tell?"
"The wiggle-it was a dead giveaway."
Margo licked it with purpose. Mike gasped. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Are you going to finish what you started?"
"Want me to?"
"What do you think?"
Mike reached for her tongue with a lurch. Margo's lips parted seconds before her squirming tip glazed him.
"Ahhhh," he couldn't help gasping. She flickered gingerly over the mushroomed head, coating him with drool. He clenched and unclenched his fists while she increased the flow. Her warm, tingling breath filtered over the sections she licked. "Yeah, baby," he muttered. "Coat me with your spit."
Margo enclosed his balls. She delved beneath them with her hands, circling its velvety skin. The sprinkling of pubes prickled her senses. Cupping what she had, she aimed her mouth at the fat knob. She smothered that mass with her lips, puckering and lapping that span of salty flesh. Mmmmm. She loved his taste, mingled with hers. She tongued him until he answered her slurps with a frantic throb.
"Christ," Mike groaned, tilting his head back. He grasped her head, then thrust into that receptacle of warmth. "Oh, yeah." He fucked her mouth, giving her the very thing she craved. He gazed down at her feverish consumption. Margo took pleasure in sucking his dick. He saw evidence of it when he held still and watched her moist lips reach for him. The sweep of her saliva-rich tongue furnished additional proof. Those incredibly soft tits swung at him while she gobbled him up. Those bullet-like ends jolted him.
Margo swallowed him whole. She managed her air supply while absorbing more of that throat-bending cock. While bearing down with her fever-giving lips, she felt his mad vibrations. She drew on him harder than before, willing his jism to spurt. Fueled by his shortness of breath and strong quiver, she set out to drain him.
Margo's sucks rocked Mike's foundation. She brought him to that sweet plane, rubbing those tight lips up and down his swollen cock. The rotation of her thumbs to his balls accelerated his journey. He watched her nails wander, gathering up his sac, then circle his dick. She tugged playfully at his thing, delivering joy.
"Do you like that, baby?" she whispered from below. "Do you love the way that feels? Hrnmmm? Want me to make it better?"
Mike couldn't deliver the words past the lump at the base of his throat. Instead, he watched-in stunned awe-as she detached her mouth. Her bubbly spit ran down his stiff cock while she lifted, then enveloped him in her tits. He pulsated in her fleshy wrap.
"Want me to fuck you with my tits?" she asked. "There's not enough to cover you. You're sticking out." She turned down to lash his bulbous knob. Her licks and the friction of her cushiony boobs thrilled him. She clutched him, then dragged her tits up and down his shaft. "Ohhhh. Doesn't it feel nice and sticky in there? I'll bet you feel it deep in your balls."
"I sure do," he moaned, surrendering to her.
"There's so much of you to suck," she said, making sure his damp cock clung to her big tits. She made herself as tight as possible, providing him silky friction. "I get excited watching it go through them. Look at it. It's enormous."
"You made it like that." His speech was interrupted by more whips of Margo's tongue, more adhesion. He felt the jism churning, ready to rupture. He rocked himself to those fabulous tits, shaking. "Christ. Oh, baby. Oh, yeah."
"Fuck my tits," she sobbed. "That's it. Fuck them." His virile profile more than compensated her for the effort put forth. Mike responded heatedly to her exquisite padding. He pushed into and pulled back from its lust-quenching embrace. She caught his cockhead with the tip of her tongue, administering one shivering coat after another. The heavy pulsations she encountered informed her how close he was to shooting.
Sweat poured from Mike's brow. He stared down at those boobs hiding his dick, then flinched when she tugged his skin. Ahhhh. He yanked his way through that intense channel, concentrating on Margo's pointed nipples. He considered splattering those tits with his cum until her mouth settled upon his plump helmet. Her mouth widened so that they encircled him below the jutting rim. The wriggling press of those lips drove him insane. He worked his hips, feeding more to her. Tingling relief flooded him. Pleasure radiated throughout his groin. Gasps soared from his throat. His chin went up, his eyes shutting. "Jesus. Oh, Jesus."
Margo could tell he was about to explode. That throbbing mass nestled in her cleavage had her squirming. She wanted to climb on top of him and bury that beautiful monster inside her snatch once again. She could go for another round of him.
"Are you man enough to stick it to me one more time?" she sassed. "If you're keeping me from getting to the shop, then do it the right way."
"You've got it, baby. I'm going to fuck you until you can't handle any more."
"Mmmmm. I like that."
Dreamily, she completed the job. Her mouth went over that bulbous crown. Fierce suction followed. She urged him to spew. Her lips rubbed his swollen tip while the rest of her massaged him into compliance.
Mike could barely stand. He plunged into the tender niche she created, energized with desire. The sight of Margo's green eyes propelled him to higher rapture. He crammed his hard dick into that luscious cove, grunting. At the same time, she inflicted him with an enduring fever. His brain was on fire. The flames rapidly spread through his body, gravitating to his balls.
Margo moaned, overtaken by Mike's ecstasy. "Ohhhh. Fuck my tits. Stick your cock in there and pull back. Yeah. Ohhhh. Go ahead." Her mouth returned to his fleshy knob, sucking it back into place. His pupils had a vacant quality until before she encountered that first hot spurt. Jism splashed inside her cheeks. She bore down with her lips while gulping it. She loved the taste of his manly excitement. It rinsed her palate.
"Ughhh," Mike cried out, his handsome face lined with sweet agony. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
He pumped hot goo into her face. Margo maintained that frenzied connection. She knew if she released him-even for a moment-that creamy fluid would shower her face and tits. She swallowed until the gush abated. When she lifted her head, Mike was empty. He had nothing left to give. His knees were wobbly from convulsion.
Margo pulled him from the chair. "Come on, baby. I want you again."
"I can't shoot anymore. You took it all."
"I don't care if you jizz, baby. I just need you stiff. That's what does the job."
"Christ."
She kissed him on the lips and neck, dragging him toward her. Mike arranged himself between her splayed thighs. Margo aroused him totally.
Maybe he had a little left.
He took her legs and draped them over his shoulders. His cock stretched angrily from his body, ready for another taste of her. Without a moment's consideration, he stuck himself into her juicy center.
"Wow! Swift recovery. Oh, yeah," she moaned. She clawed her nails and rapped his chest.
He dug slowly into her moist cunt flesh, letting her savor his pulsating dimensions. His gentle tugging tended to excite her. After pushing himself to the deepest part of her snatch, she dropped her hand and inched toward him.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, sliding through that sweet pussy. "Let's go. Let's make it happen."
Francesca Lanchon gazed through the telescope one last time before collapsing it. That insatiable bitch was going at it again. She was no better than a cat in heat.
Her need for revenge took a different shape. Homicide was something she could not commit. Fortunately, she realized that before pulling the trigger.
The movers would be arriving to collect the few things she kept in the leased apartment. She had no need of it. Her scheme would take a twist that didn't involve murder. That didn't mean Margo Chandler was off the hook.
Yes, something new and more devastating would happen to Margo.
What Francesca plotted would affect her business, her fortune and the men in her life.
