The Adventures
Of
Little Miss Notoriety
by
Penelope Jones
Copyright © 2013 by Penelope Jones
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
"Adventures of Little Miss Notoriety” contains adult themes, Boss/Secretary fantasy, BDSM, implied cheating, blackmail, domination, submission, dominatrix, anal sex, strap-ons, toys, lots of spankings, and is intended for a mature audience only.
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Created in the United States of America
Kindle Edition
First Edition: August 2013
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Table of Content
The Adventures
Of
Little Miss Notoriety
About the Author
Dedications
(Preface)
Ch. 1
LICK. SUCK. BLOW
Ch. 2
Little Miss Notoriety schools the butcher
CH. 3
MISS NOTORIETY EXPLAINS WHY CHEATING IS BAD
CH. 4
LITTLE MISS NOTORIETY DOES A LITTLE MATH WITH LINDA
Ch. 5
BELLE NOTORIETY GETS THE BELT
Ch. 6
BELLE SHARES HER FEELINGS
Ch. 7
LITTLE MISS NOTORIETY MAKES A DEPOSIT WITH BARNEY THE BANKER
Ch. 8
LITTLE MISS NOTORIETY’S BEEN VERY NAUGHTY…
CH. 9
THE ADVICE COLUMN
P.S. VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE
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About the Author
Penelope Jones, the Iniquitous Bad Penny, is a saucy little minx who will drive you insane with her naughtiness and cheek! A writer of super sexy poetry and erotic romance - prepare to love both the woman and her works. Whether you seek a ‘happy-ever-after,’ or a ‘randy-romp for a night,’ Penelope’s the girl for you. She’s the sauce behind ‘Naughtyville’ and ‘Little Miss Notoriety,’ so come check out her blog for other writing projects, and what’s next for her at http://thepenelopejones.wordpress.com It’s a visit you’ll never forget!
Dedications
Honestly this book, this storyline, or Miss Belle Notoriety wouldn’t have even come to life if it were not for a very near and dear friend of mine, Ms. PJ Perryman. One night we were sitting in a chat room for writers, hiding in private, brainstorming, and suddenly she said, “You’re Little Miss Notoriety! You must write something about her… and between her, Jilly Glass, and me, Belle Notoriety came to life. I hope you enjoy her life in Shagville Heights as much as I do! Thank you both for being the best-est two idea chicks a girl could ask for! I lovers you long time!
XoXo,
Bad Penny
(Preface)
Hello out there,
I'm Miss Belle Notoriety, and I live in Shagville Heights. I’m very pleased to meet all of you.
So... Penny asked me to share a few things about myself, so here it goes.
I've lovely blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes you ever did see, and I have an ass you wish you could do really naughty things to! And you can if you beg, begging gets you everywhere with me.
I work for the only law firm within fifty miles of here, Joseph Switzer and Assoc. I'm Mr. Switzer’s secretary, and whenever he feels like it, his fuck doll. However, for you and those of Shagville Heights, I’m no slave, in fact, tune in and see just who becomes whose fuck toy!
Psst...I think Bruce the Butcher loses or maybe it was Linda who wins? Hmm… I could be wrong. You'll have stick around and find out.
Welcome to Shagville Heights; keep your dirty secrets guarded or you’ll end up serving your time with me!
Love and Licks,
Little Miss Notoriety
P.S. You know you want to tell me all your dirty secrets, and by the time you finish reading my story; You’ll know why!
Ch. 1
LICK. SUCK. BLOW
Lick. Suck. Blow
His name's Joe
My funds had depleted so low
And he had mad dough
You perverts...
Lick envelopes to mail for him
Suck the carpets with a vacuum
Blow the leaves off the walk-way
Lick. Suck. Blow
No, I'm not a ho
I'm his secretary though
But later...
I'll lick him clean, suck him dry, and blow his mind.
I'm that kinda girl...
Lick. Suck. Blow.
Variety
I'm little Miss Belle Notoriety
Ch. 2
Little Miss Notoriety schools the butcher
“Where the fuck's my coffee Belle???” Joseph Switzer bellowed from behind his office door. The blonde bombshell nearly jumped out of her skin, along with the seventeen other things on the list which needed to be completed RIGHT now, coffee was somehow forgotten.
Her deepest of blues eyes narrowed at his office door, but she pushed from her desk to stand, her hands slipped down the front of her pristine, crisp white blouse, and then caressed down to straighten her pin-striped pencil skirt.
Monday's attire, always the same, just like Tuesday and etc. Joe told her what to wear, how to live, and how high to jump, and his little fuck doll did it without much fuss. Today though, she'd gotten bad news regarding her appointment with Bruce the Butcher, leaving her a bit scatter-brained. He was trying to back out, and little Miss Notoriety wasn't about to allow that to happen.
Belle might be Joe's yes girl, but Bruce and the rest of the town bowed down to her. What an odd life she led, but she wouldn't trade it for the world. She moved to Shagville Heights three years ago, and it didn't take Joe long to figure out just how usefully Miss Belle really was, and she spent about the same amount of time finding out all the dirt on any and every town member. She used it to her benefit at every turn.
She didn't knock on her boss's door, she pushed it open with her pert ass, and that dazzling pearly white smile flashed his way, and he snarled like a crotchety bastard. She placed a mug of steaming coffee before him, and turned to scoot while she still had a chance.
“Where do you think you’re going? Did I give you permission to leave, my little fuck doll?” Joe's words practically purred at her in that quiet Tenor tone of his.
Those last four words were her undoing, she moved like silk in a breeze to her knees, and crawled like an animal. Belle rested her cheek just at his inner thigh, and he laughed. Belle didn't care; it's all part of their little game, it gets them both jazzed, and eventually off.
“No, Sir.” Her eyes tipped towards him, and a very convincing innocent pout creased the corners of her pretty little mouth. “You were in such a foul mood this morning; I just knew you wouldn't want to be bothered with me, Sir. I apologize.” Belle's soft melodious tone soothed Joe, it always had, and his fingers lightly stroked through her golden tresses.
“You're never a b
other to me but often just a piece of ass.” His arrogance hung in the air like a lingering odor, and then he laughed again. “Today though, I think you know what I need.”
No words needed to be exchanged at that point. Her face pressed into his straining black trousers, and her mouth gently gnawing at the length of his hard shaft through the cloth. He smoothly unbuckled his belt, and his pants slipped down his hips. Exactly what he need, and what she wanted was about to occur. Joe's strong fingers wrapped the base of his cock, smacking the head against Belle's cheek making a hallowed thumping sound. Rapidly she blinked, and mewled her need, her want to taste him. Slowly her curvy frame pressed into him; her heaving breasts brushing across his thighs, as she hovered over her delectable prize.
“Please let me suck your cock, Sir?” The slapping across her cheek continued until a slight burning sensation began, and her cheek was a lovely shade of blush. And then, like a good fuck toy, she offered the other cheek, while he contemplated permission being granted.
“My mouth needs to wrap around your big dick, Sir. I need to feel you deep in my throat...please Joseph.” The very soft whimper that followed, and the sexy pout was all part of her natural charm. Belle did the impossible, just by using his name.
“Suck it my little slut.” He growled. She forced her mouth open, and with a good thrust of his hips, his cock was buried in her throat.
Joseph gave her exactly what she asked for, which NEVER happens, the impossible. Belle's greedy mouth gobbled up the entire length of his shaft until her lips pressed just at the base of his shaved crotch. She held her breath and his cock deep within the passage of her airway, before finally her hair was fisted by Joe and yanked, which left tendrils of spit that ran from the head of his dick to the pale pink of Belle’s lips.
It wasn't long before Joe shoved the bulbous head past her swollen lips, and had began a steady pace of his hips screwing her pretty little mouth. Each stroke feverishly delivered pleasure like no other could create in either of them. Both his hands held fists full of hair, and she gagged, moaned, and played with her own pussy the entire time he used her for his pleasure, until they both felt the edge drawing near.
So very close, Belle teetered, slowing the tempered pace her fingers took as they fucked her pussy inside and out, and up and down her palm bounced on her swollen clit. All the while Joseph raped his little fuck dolls throat, and took what he felt was rightfully his. Over and over until she knew he could hold out no longer; he always started talking really nasty to her when he's about to blow his load. She swallowed hard a few times, urging him to deliver.
“That's it; eat my cock you filthy whore.” He grunted out as his head fell back, his hips lunged forward one last time, and streams of his hot spunk spilled down the back of her throat soothing the ache inside her.
She’s always been a glutton for punishment, and loved every moment of that face fucking she just took for him. The good girl in her took her medicine, and meowed and howled her own erotic tortures as her body began to convulse, and Belle's hand pummeled four fingers deeper, faster, harder until she laid in a heap of a mess, half in the floor and half in his lap.
“Clean up...we have work to do. Chop, Chop.” A swat to her ass was given, and she just shook her head.
“You really are an ass, ya know?”
Just as she pushed from his lap though, Belle's head thrashed back as his hand grabbed a hold. “And you love me for it.” Joe crushed his lips into hers cutting off any chance of a response. The kiss sizzled it was so hot, leaving her breathless and needing more.
“I said clean up. This time... less lip and more action, eh?” Joe's adorable smirk of a grin appeared, and it's Belle's turn to laugh.
“Yes, Sir. No more lip action. Your heads are sore.” Belle's one cheeky broad, and that's part of the reason she was so adored in this town, yet feared, oddly.
***
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 fist 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 her every need. The look in his green eyes told the tale as she stared down at him. “Tonight my sweet boy, you're goi
ng 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 forth, 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.
Bruce 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.
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