Chapter 7
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.