Adventures of Little Miss Notoriety (2 page)

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Guess who's keeping his appointment with Belle?

Bruce the Butcher's on his way to her place; he's to arrive at precisely 8:13pm. He was instructed not to be late. It wasn't his first time to visit Belle, but he thought he covered his tracks with that hooker, he didn't account for the hotel clerk owing Belle a favor; no one ever does.

For a secretary, Belle sure lived up-scale, well beyond a
menial job wage. The long driveway led to a house that's way too big for one person to live in, but somehow looked immaculately kept. Every little thing she'd done since arriving in Shagville Heights has brought her here. She moved from a dinky, small one bedroom efficiency apartment into the lap of luxury.

Bruce was ushered in by Stanley, the man of the house, and led directly into her study. Stanley cleared his throat, and the tall lanky man nodded towards Bruce. “The butcher has arrived ma'am.” He retreated almost as quickly as he came, and Belle gave a wave of her hand to her company, beckoning him to join her.

  Belle lay naked with just a red sheer material draped over her thighs as if to warm her. Clearing his throat, he proceeded closer into the lioness' den of sinful delight. He was cautious to a fault, and she noticed.

“You nervous Bruce?
You scared I know something— again?” The coy tone in her voice matched the way she'd spoken to 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 snatch, and all together they caused the mewling and harsh words spoken. “Eat my cunt. Lick Joseph's cum from my slit— DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP!” She lost all sense of right, wrong, or indifferent. Her pussy gnashed roughly into his waiting tongue and lips.

Bru
ce didn't plan to stop anyways, and perhaps could go on forever, or at least indefinitely. He sucked and fucked her pussy with his tongue and fingers, and she cried out over and over. “That's  it...right there....right fucking there...I’m cumming— FUCK I'm cumming.” Her voice drowned out by his baritone growling and grunting as he pummeled her until she was crawling up the couch, and kicking him away with her bare-feet.

“Enough. Go home.” She blew him a kiss, and called over her shoulder, just as she started down the hall. “See you Friday.” And she never looked back.

Bruce was sorry, and surely needed a cold shower.

Little Miss Notoriety's schooled another
Shagville Heights community member; who'll be next on the list?

“Oh dearest Billy,

You shouldn't have stepped out on your Filly”

Little Miss Notoriety's

Known for her variety

In the punishment department

“Look in the glove compartment.”

Inside he found

a
little night gown

He'd wear it with pride

While her strap-on would glide

Thru that backdoor of his

Soon he begged to jizz

Of course Belle said, “No!”

Yet she continued her flow

In and out

He did pout,

Crying out for more

Begging for Belle to make him her whore

Atop of him she laid spent

He really was a Gent

Caught in his cheating ways

Hopefully it was just a phase

“I hope you learned your lesson my friend.”

“Although I'd love to teach you again.”

“Don't let me catch you out without Bunny.”

“Or next time I'll call the dogs, and douse you in honey.”

Belle kissed him on the cheek

Oh the gossip she planned to leak

The man will never cheat on his wife again

Because Belle will make him pay for every sin

The last appointment on Sunday was always Linda from accounting at the Law office. If only she hadn't cheated on her own taxes, and robbed half of her clients in the process, she wouldn't be on “the list”.  Belle had three standing appoints that day; the day before she went back to being Mr. Switzer's fuck doll. Little Miss Notoriety knew how to end and start a week off right, that's for sure.

Who wouldn't want a naked, delectable-dish like Linda tied to their Saint Andrew's
Cross in their private dungeon? Then there's Belle who’s a gorgeous blonde that wore a pair of thigh high boots like no other woman in Shagville Heights! The dungeon was filled to the brim with gorgeous scenery tonight.

“I see you have on my favorite outfit lover.” Belle's voice brushed across the beautiful brunette's ear.

She watched as Linda nearly melted into the cross that she was tethered too by her slender wrists and ankles. Linda had a body that most women would kill for, and an ass you could bounce a quarter off!

“You told me to wear nothing,
Be—” Linda's voice squeaked as her head thrashed back from the yank of hair by Miss Notoriety.

“I hope you weren't about to address me by my name, as if you... a piece of property has that right?” Barely a whisper across the shell
of  Linda's ear, and Belle felt her quiver.

“I'm sorry Mistress. Please don't hurt me.” The accountant sounded desperate enough to beg, but still a question lingered in the air.

“I thought you liked it when I hurt you?” Belle tightened her grip on the woman's hair, and shoved her leather clad knee between her spread thighs. “Ride my boot while we talk dear.”

The embarrassment's written all over Linda's face. Her cheeks were bright red, and her eyes closed immediately, but her hips had begun to gyrate on Miss Notoriety's knee, just as she was told to
do.

“Good girl.” H
er lips touched the accountant's cheek, lifting her knee higher to grind into her pussy. “Go on... fuck your cunt down on my boot. That's it.” Anything else she might have said was drowned out by Linda's panting with need.

“Please
Mistress … please don't stop! Please … hurt me.” Linda begged in that deep sultry voice of hers. She could have definitely been a phone sex operator if the accounting gig didn’t work out for her.

How the story changed with just a grind of a knee into her dripping wet snatch.

“OK.”

And just like that, Linda hung there, panting for breath, and whimpered in an attempt to get her Mistress' attention. Belle made her way to the bench where all her items of punishment lined up in an orderly fashion. .

“You think the Shagville Heights Paddle tonight?” The word SHAGVILLE carved into the finely crafted wooden paddle.

“
Nooooooooooooo... please not that.” She cried out, yet her hips dry humped at the air with urgency.

Interesting.

Poor thing has no idea that she's always telling on herself. Belle knew what to listen for, what to watch for in her play things. Just like Joseph knew when his little fuck doll was or wasn't having a good time. Miss Notoriety might've used blackmail to get them there, but they continued to c
ome back of their own free will; they just hadn't realized it.

“Now make up your mind dear. Do you want me to hurt you or not?” Belle teased, and her thigh high boots clicked across the tiled floor. She'd made her way back to her delicious treat on the cross. Her right hand brushed the lettered side of the paddle over Linda's firm, tight ass.

“Hurry up slut!” Belle exclaimed. “If you pick wrong the only one cumming tonight's me.” The hollow sound in her laugh told of the devilishness inside the woman, but really what fun would that be if the naked whimpering woman wasn't allowed to orgasm?

“Hurt me...fuck me, please Mistress.” She screamed out just as Belle's knee once more brushed her bare ass, and slipped between her thighs, and roughly she ground her knee up into Linda's juicy slit. Her left hand snaked around the
accountant's  hip blazing a fiery trail right to the honey hole, and her fingers slipped inside her crevice. Linda's hips thrashed back and forth, not sure which sensation's going to get her off first.

“Five swats with the paddle
, and then you get to cum?” Belle’s lips brushing the side of her delicious treats neck. “Deal?” She then licked at the ear of her victim, pressing her own body right into the small of Linda's back. “Say it, or you can hang there all night long, slut.”

“Yes...yes fuck yes, Mistress please spank me. Please make me your
Shagville Heights bad girl.” Linda's voice cracked when Belle shoved three fingers inside her cunt, her tight walls instantly closing around them like a greedy little slut.

Belle stepped back, her fingers dutifully worked the woman over, while her right arm lifted and swung for the fences!

Crack!

The loud
sound of wood on flesh mixed with the cries of Linda were like a finely tuned violin playing the sweetest notes she’d ever heard. Barely under control before another smack of the lettered side of that paddle came crashing down into her pale white skin, leaving the words imprinted in red and slowly beginning to welt up.

In and out Belle jabbed her fingers
inside that tight dripping hole, her thumb finding her clit, and strummed over it each time the woman's hips pummeled down onto her waiting digits. Each smack of the paddle drove her further and harder down onto the blonde's waiting hand. Last but certainly not least, the fifth swat came right dead center of the woman's divine ass.

Crack!!!

The chains rattled, the wooden cross creaked, and Linda's body slumped forward as she heaved for air. A blood curdling scream poured from her, but it's one of splendiferous eroticism and orgasmic bliss. Linda's tears streamed down her inflamed cheeks, but her hips continued to pound repeatedly into the waiting fist below. Over and over, until she slumped almost lifeless against the cross.

The paddle hung on the back side of the cross, and Bella tended to the amazing woman in her care. 

Belle brushed kisses across the woman's cheek, and her tongue licked at her tears, tasting of her beautiful submission. “You so gorgeous right now, my little accountant.” Soft whispered words spoken to ease some of the sobbing tears, that now quaked through the woman's body that formerly lay lifeless.

“Thank you Mistress. Thank you.” Linda was silenced with Belle's lips that crashed like a tidal wave into jagged rocks, her tongue swirling and tangled with the other woman's.
She gave the woman time to relax and allow her fist to slide from her cunt easily.

“I'll see you next we
ek pretty girl.” She licked each of her fingers in turn, allowing Linda to watch.

“S
tanley will get you cleaned up and on your way. Good night.” A kiss blown, and without looking back, her heels tapping a soft tune of confidence that faded down the hall.