Chapter 3
"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.