Free Adventures of Little Miss Notoriety by Penelope Jones Page B

him on the phone, daring him not to show up. He arrived precisely on time and already looked defeated.
    “You always know something. You and that damn advice column are going to be the death—“
    “Or the best fucking dream you ever had, Bruce. Cut the crap, you like it when I catch you.” The blonde temptress sat straight up, allowing the diaphanous material to fall away completely, and each luscious curve the woman had was perused by Bruce. She liked that he was attentive when he visited, even if he liked to pretend he didn’t wish to be there. They both knew he rather be no place else. No one would.
    Little Miss Notoriety had two things no other woman seemed to have in that town: brains and she was completely fuck-able material. And right now she had a man standing in front of her that wanted to eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and she planned to allow him a snack as well.
    “That too,” he grumbled under his breath. “You know about the hooker don't you?” He blurted out.
    Belle's delectable lips pulled into a grin, and she chuckled quietly. She had to work hard that first year, but now people confessed their sins as if she were their Priest or Priestess. That was fine by her, and she loved not having to really lift a finger; Joseph was hard enough work for her.
    “I know about the hooker, and the hooker's sister that's barely eighteen you prick.” She snarled at him, but that soon faded to her deliciously devilish smile, that light up the room, and seemed just for him.
    “I know about it all, and until I tell you that your debt's paid, you will come see me every Friday until further notice” Belle's voice soothed him, just as it did her boss, there's something about her, and no can ever quite put a finger on it. “What time will you be arriving Bruce?” She made sure to arch her back, so her tight hard nipples stared at him.
    “8:13pm Mistress.” He stared at into the double DD's as if they were her eyes.
    “Good boy...now come give your Mistress a kiss. I've missed you, my sweet boy.” She cooed at him as his feet shuffled across the floor , reluctantly. “Really, you don't want to taste my lips, Bruce...” Belle's tongue darted out and moistened her full lips. He was caught in her trap of sinfulness, and his chest heaved.
    “Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry—“
    “Not as sorry as you will be.” Just when he was in arm's reach she had a f ist full of his shirt, and his knees met the hardwood floor in moments.
    Bruce wasn't a small man by anyone's standards, and Belle's a petite woman by everyone's, however being in a room with a naked woman such as Miss Notoriety, brought many of men and women to their knees with much less than a fist full of a shirt.
    He's also an average build, but quite nice looking, and ready to serve h er every need. The look in his green eyes told the tale as she stared down at him. “Tonight my sweet boy, you're going to lick my cut clean from my sexcapades with Mr. Switzer. You love eating other men's cum right?”
    Belle's totally mind-fucking the poor dear, but it's always so much fun with Bruce. He always looked mortified no matter the commands she gave, but he always complied and with vigorous efforts.
    “Please don't make me... I— “ Cut off by two hands that grabbed the back of his head and mashed it directly into her pussy.
    “Eat my sweet boy, it'll soothe you.” And his tongue moved with a ferocious bite that she hadn't felt before. He really was enjoying it; the idea of someone else's cum being inside her.
    “You dirty, naughty boy...you like this. Fuck— don't stop.” Easing herself back onto the leather couch and her thighs parted wide, and he never lost contact. Bruce's hands globed around her ass cheeks, and pressed her harder into him, and together they began to make the night very worthwhile.
    His head thrashed back and fo rth, up and down, and her clit was lapped every chance his tongue got, and three fingers had joined the party in her