C h. 2
Little Miss Notoriety schools the b utcher
“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 bother 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 c ock, 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
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