'So, you've been keeping yourself busy, I see!' he growled, disgusted. 'Couldn't wait for tonight.'
'It wasn't my fault!' she whined, trying to get Mark Spaulding off her, but couldn't since he was still fucking her.
'Oh, Christ!' Mark gasped, then sent his fuck-juice blowing into her moist twat. 'Uhh…'
'With all that meat, you could open yourself a butcher shop!' George scowled. 'Why bother with me?'
'Don't go, George, please!' she begged him.
But it was too late. He was gone.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Gregg Connelly looked down at Margot Jordon and lovingly watched her suck his dick, sliding her mouth on it and licking the back part expertly with her tongue. She gave great head, even for a transsexual.
'That's nice,' he groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. 'Jesus, you're gonna make it leak. No, I want to stay inside of your mouth. Suck it…'
Margot kneeled between his legs, stroking his balls. How she would love to bite it off, hard, then spit it out into the toilet and flush it down for good. That cock-sucker was controlling her, ruining her life. He made her call Phil Daniels every night and tell him that she was sick and couldn't come over. Poor Phil. He must be so hard by now he could rivet holes in the plaster with his stiff prick.
He stroked her head. 'Kiss my nuts. Lick them.'
She stuck her tongue out and flicked it across his rocks. His sac was tight and hairy. She gave him butterfly kisses, to make sure she would fill his balls up with cum. His sac was throbbing. She sunk her mouth onto it, licking each ball tenderly. Ugh!
'It's good and hard, isn't it, baby?' he gasped, rolling his head, dropping his mouth open. 'I can hardly keep my jizz in my dick. I feel like it's gonna squirt to the ceiling.'
Margot rubbed her nipples against the insides of his thighs. He groaned as she did this, reaching down for them and cupping them in his hands. Her tits were hard because they were filled with silicone. This didn't matter to him. Nothing seemed to matter.
'You're getting me hat,' he moaned. 'I feel like cumming. Take my cock and put the tip of it into your nose.'
'But…' she said.
'I said do it!' he commanded.
She groped his slab of meat and pointed the tip into her nostril. She licked the back of his prick some more, which made him gasp even more.
'Now!' he grunted. 'Now!'
He squirted inside of her nose. A huge heaping amount of cum came thundering out of his cock-head, shooting up into her nostril, making her choke and gag. He clamped his hands behind her head so that she couldn't move her head away from him and would keep his whang right where it was.
'Fucking bitch cunt!' he hissed. 'Take it up your nose… all this man-stuff… fucking spunk.'
His jism shot deep into her nasal passage, going into her throat. He emptied himself clean, leaving not a drop dripping from the tip.
Margot got up and washed her face in the bathroom. Her nose felt stuffed up. That motherfucker. He made her do all the shitty stuff. He didn't care how gross it was, as long as it got his rocks off.
She returned to the bedroom. He was lying in bliss across his bed. His joint was still hard.
'Doesn't your flag ever get taken down?' she wondered.
'Only after the battle's been fought.'
She placed the cloth down on the dresser. 'Hey, how long is this going to keep up? I mean, it isn't gonna keep going on forever.'
'It'll go on as long as I want it to,' he snapped. 'And you'll just keep doing as I say.'
'You mean you're never going to let me go?'
He nodded. 'I've been thinking things over, and I decided that I'm going to have that talk with Phil Daniels tomorrow. About Harold.'
'You wouldn't!' She froze.
'It's the only way I can be sure you won't fuck around with him. It's for your own good. And that way, you won't have anybody. Except me. And I'm all for that.'
She held back her anger. That asshole! He was going to tell Phil. Her secret would be out! Her life would be ruined. She had to stop him. Somehow.
Margot started walking towards the bed. 'How about doing something completely different, Gregg?'
'Like what?' he asked, amused.
'Like eating my snatch out,' she grinned, climbing onto the bed.
'Oh, come on now,' he laughed. 'You know you can't cum. You don't have a clit.'
Before he could say anything else, Margot sank her beaver into his face. Gregg was completely covered with her hairy cunt. She bore down hard, holding her muff over his mouth and nose. At first, Gregg just lay there, playing along, then he began pushing her away. Margot would not budge.
'What's the matter, baby?' she giggled. 'Don't you like chewing on my twat?'
Gregg tried to push her snatch off his face, but he couldn't. He struggled desperately now, fighting to get her off of him. Margo fought him back, keeping her hairy cunt right where it was.
'Can't breathe, eh?' she said. 'That's the idea. I'm gonna put you to sleep with my pussy… for good.'
Gregg was gripping her with his hands, doing everything he could to get her off. She was cutting off his air supply and putting him to sleep. His once-stiff dick was now shriveling as his arms began slowing down, slowing, giving up…
His arms slid down and he went limp on the bed. She waited several more minutes before she got off of his face. Yep, he was out like a light. But he'd be stirring around in a little while and that meant she had to work fast.
Margot opened the door to his linen closet and took out his entire selection of towels. She stuffed them under the windows and doors and any other place she suspected there would be a draft leaking in. It was tough work, but she got it all done.
Then she opened up his stove and turned on the gas.
She looked at Gregg for the last time, lying unconscious on the bed. Poor son-of-a-bitch. He had it coming to him. And it all looked perfect. Perfect.
She picked up the phone and dialed Phil.
'Hey, you horny stud,' she purred over the phone. 'You still home?'
'Yeah…' he replied. 'Why?'
'I'm comin' over. It seems you have something you've wanted to show me.'
'I sure do,' he said. 'When can you make it here?'
'Any minute,' she said, then hung up. The hissing sound of the gas came from the kitchen. Great. Everything was going to be great.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Carole Harris put the phone down calmly and started to worry. That was the umpteenth time she had tried calling Steve Hayes and the umpteenth time he didn't pick up the phone. What was wrong with him? He was ignoring her like the plague.
The intercom on her desk buzzed. 'Could you please come into my office,' Marsha Stewart said.
Carole flicked the intercom off. Marsha was acting funny, too. Something was up, and something told her that both Marsha and Steve were connected.
