Lust at Large

by Noel Amos

  Yours aye,

  Archie Monk

  When Stephen had discovered the letter beneath his door he had rushed to Monk's room. There had been no reply to his urgent knocking. It looked as if Monk had already gone. It was a mystery.

  The cause of Stephen's discomfort was that he knew Julia Jarvis was not the Topless Raider. He could prove to Monk that Julia's twin sisters were the culprits, that they had shared the robberies between them so that, being virtually identical, they could alibi each other. But Stephen now knew how to tell them apart. He knew that one had a flat mole the size of a chocolate button on the underside of her left breast, while her twin had the same mole on her right; and that they covered these distinguishing marks for the robberies with butterfly transfers - like those he had found at their mother's house.

  He felt sure that if he went back to the security photos and rounded up the evidence at Miriam's he would be able to solve the case of Bra-less Brenda. More to the point, he could save Monk's career - if that was what he wanted. But was it? It looked like the man had done a runner.

  In any case, it was all academic. He knew he wasn't prepared to turn in the two unbelievably sexy creatures who had just taken him to paradise and back. How could he? Maybe he wasn't cut out for life as a policeman.

  'Hello, my little virgin,' said a warm voice in his ear, 'I've been searching for you.'

  Stephen looked up, startled, and found himself gazing into the delectable toffee-coloured eyes of Fliss Dodge.

  'Don't look so pleased to see me,' she said as she slid into the seat next to him, her musky perfume enveloping him like a cloud. 'Or have you forgotten me so soon?'

  Her heart-shaped face and curling lips rendered him speechless. So did her large round breasts outlined beneath her pale blue scoop-necked shirt. Had it only been the evening before when he had buried his face in their pink perfection? He could almost feel the pressure of their soft mass in his hands.

  'Have you been out on the tiles?' she asked.

  He nodded.

  'I haven't. I've kept myself pure for you.'

  This wasn't entirely true. Fliss had spent the evening scheming and packing her things surreptitiously so Cliff wouldn't notice. Now she needed Stephen in more ways than one.

  'On the moors with you,' gulped Stephen, 'was wonderful.' It seemed so long ago, and he had had so many adventures since, that the memory of Fliss had already taken on the misty glow of nostalgia.

  'You were an eager little virgin,' she said. 'So hot for me.'

  'Yes.'

  'Do you still want me?'

  'Oh yes!'

  'You'd like to stroke and fondle my tits? To put your big weapon into my pussy and ride?'

  'Yes, yes!'

  'Shall I teach you the San Francisco Suck-Off?'

  'What's that?'

  She told him. She explained that they needed a room with mirrors and she would get on all fours for him with his prick in her mouth and her big boobs dangling and her arse cocked so he could watch the reflection of her winking vagina...

  'Oh God, yes please,' he cried. 'I must do it!'

  'OK, but we have to go to San Francisco.'

  'What!'

  'Listen. You go upstairs to my room. Here's the key. You take the wallet and the car key that's on the bedside table of the man who is sleeping up there. Don't wake him.'

  'I don't understand.'

  Fliss smiled at him and slid her hand up his thigh to where his penis tented his trousers. She squeezed it gently.

  'I'm leaving my lover for you, Stephen, and we're taking his money and his Porsche and going to San Francisco. That's if you've got the guts to be my partner-in-crime, Mr Policeman. Have you?'

  And, with her fingers gently titillating his cock and her heavy breasts outlined through the cotton of her thin shirt, Stephen decided that he had.

  -oOo-

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  Lust on the Line

  'There you are, you swine,' muttered Caroline, shrugging the coat from her shoulders. Beneath it she was all but naked. She wore just a thin white camisole that reached to her waist with matching stockings and suspenders. The points of her nipples and the circles of her areolae were plainly visible through the flimsy top. The pale dome of her belly and the strip of honey-coloured curls at the junction of her thighs were framed by the suspender straps. To Lucian's eye she had never looked more ravishing.

  'I hope you're satisfied,' she said bitterly.

  'Not yet,' replied Lucian, 'but I intend to be...'

  Out of the red - and into the blue.

  Once-grand publishers The Whimsical Press are on their uppers but chief executive Miranda Lynch has a plan - to publish a line of bestselling erotic novels. So, if dreamy editor Lucian Swan wants to keep his job he'd better find some sexy books - fast.

  Though the world of the clitorati is new to Lucian, he soon gets to grips with lustful lady writers who believe in the value of hands-on research. There's angel-faced Karen Hastings, out to shaft everyone but her husband, and swivel-hipped Caroline Fitzjohn who redefines the meaning of editorial input - not to mention Marilyn Savage, the industry's most insatiable literary agent...

  Will Lucian pull it off? Will Blue Desire Books save the company's fortunes? And will Miranda's below-the-belt initiative bring home the coveted Baxendale Prize?

  Lust on the Loose

  'There,' announced Beverly and pointed to a patch of beach some fifteen feet from a group of naked youths strumming guitars. Placido spread the towel as ordered, this was going to be worse than he feared.

  The guitars broke into an uptempo jig as the youths took in the girl's spectacular build: swelling bosom and violin-curved hips barely contained by a cerise bikini. She unfastened her top and bent to step out of her panties, her big brown breasts swinging free like ripe fruit.

  Beverly took the suntan lotion from the grim-faced Placido and rubbed it lovingly into her body - all over her tits and her full, rounded buttocks and into the crack between. One of the boys whistled, and Beverly gave him the benefit of a shy smile. Unlike Placido, she was enjoying herself hugely...

  From the stuffy offices of Soho to the refined bedrooms of St John's Wood, from the nudist beaches of Spain to the verdant fields of Sussex, men and women are on heat, there's fire in the blood, there's Lust on the Loose!

  In his office, in conference with sexy Patsy Fretwork, detective Billy Dazzle consents to give her incriminating photographs of her gangster husband misbehaving at a party. It's a decision that puts him in a tricky situation, not only with her husband, Dangerous Danny, but also with gorgeous policewoman Sophie Stark, a protector of the law who'll do pretty much anything to get her man.

  Lust Under Licence

  Tom watched in astonishment as Sergeant Amy Tooth of the Sex Police unzipped her uniform and emerged from it like a butterfly from a chrysalis. Her creamy midriff was bared to shiny black PVC shorts, cut high on the thigh and tight across the bulge of her pouting mons veneris. And when she turned to rummage in her bag, she thrust out her posterior in heart-stopping provocation.

  Amy straightened and turned, one hand now sheathed in a rubber surgical glove, the other holding a small plastic bottle.

  'Don't be alarmed, Mr Glass,' said Inspector Quartermain. 'She's just going to take a sample.'

  'What sample?' said Tom.

  'It's standard procedure,' grunted Amy as her gloved fingers closed on Tom's most intimate portion. 'We need a sample of your filthy pervert's spunk...'

  The beautiful and cruel mistresses of The Primrose Court are enforcing - Lust Under Licence. They're putting men under the microscope, altering the way they behave, challenging the male establishment.

  A tycoon is lying in hospital trying to regain his memory after falling from his penthouse apartment, his past enveloping him in stark erotic detail, leaving him in need of the gentle mercies of his pe
rsonal nurse.

  Is he really engaged to the blonde television weathergirl with an inventive way with his bedside equipment? Is his lovely assistant really experimenting with a fitness plan based on multiple orgasms? And most significantly, is he really under investigation by the ruthless she devils of the Sex Police?

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