Part Four: The plot thickens
Lizzie gets plenty of job satisfaction in her mission to find the ultimate lover.
It took Lizzie far longer than she’d expected to write up her Manchester report. Every time she thought about the eight hot students using her body for their own pleasure – and hers – she found her fingers dancing across her clit instead of her keyboard. True to her quest, she fitted in a couple of cursory additional shags in the few days afterwards, but it was obvious Doug was going to be Manchester’s winner. The morning after her gang bang, he’d crept into her bed and administered the most expert cunnilingus to her aching pussy. And when he’d kissed her tenderly and given her his number, she’d realised that he was utterly without any virgin/whore hang-ups. That alone made him worthy of the prize.
But there was no time for self indulgence. With only a few weeks to go, she had the Midlands and South still to cover. She made good use of her travelling time, phoning old friends and shamelessly messaging people on Insta so that she knew who to target when she arrived at her destinations. Some assignations were arranged online, her beaus assuming she was a sexually voracious and liberated woman rather than knowing her true quest. Others were carefully staked out at their local pub or club, courtesy of information provided by broadminded friends who were told that she was getting over a heartbreak using the ‘slut cure’, and wanted to make sure she only spent her time with the very best of lays.
Every day brought new conquests: the wiry 24-year-old with a nine inch cock and a dominance that belied his years; the svelte redhead with perfect nipples and a pussy that tasted identical to Lizzie’s own; the swarthy tattooed stud whose outward cockiness masked the fact that he wore stockings and suspenders underneath his jeans. One particularly hot night saw her with a Daniel Radcliffe lookalike and his dominant ‘friend’, who got them both under his spell, thanks to a commanding voice and thick cock which he used on both of them. Over the weeks, Lizzie was exposed to new kinks and perversions, every type of cock and every kind of woman, from the statuesque and curvy to the elfin and easy to throw around.
With every new experience, Lizzie could feel her mind broadening, her technique changing. In Birmingham, she went to her first swingers’ club and was pleased to discover that it was nothing like the cheesy car-key party she’d envisaged. In Leicester she discovered that she loved the taste of the whip, particularly when it was wielded by a doe-eyed Bettie Page lookalike. And in Devon she learned that dogging could actually be quite thrilling, particularly when you were the star of the show. Every night was spent fucking and every day spent writing her exploits up. Of course, there were a few duds: the guy who burst into tears after he came and insisted on telling her all about his ex-girlfriend; the woman who sucked her clit so hard that she thought it would come off; and a couple of people whose personal hygiene left a little to be desired. But overall, she was sated in a way she’d never been before. She wondered if she’d ever be able to go back to normal life.
Welcome Home
Now, she was onto the home stretch. All she had left to cover was Cornwall, Brighton and London. She’d left her home town until last because she knew so many people there and was terrified that someone she knew might discover her quest. It was all very well being liberated in private but she didn’t want to face accusations of being a slut. Particularly when she was enjoying herself so much.
As her train drew into Penzance station, Lizzie packed her laptop away and stretched to ease away the tension from the long journey. She needed to be on good form for tonight. She’d heard rumours of an exclusive sex club, but still needed to do some digging to find out the exact location. She headed for her hotel, relieved that she’d managed to get a deal on a classy place with a marble en-suite. A long bath was just what she needed.
“Hello, stranger.”
A familiar Irish voice interrupted Lizzie’s thoughts as she queued for her cab. She looked up to see a stunning redhead. Shit, what was her name? The one downside of her assignment was having so many people to remember, but she was certain that she’d fucked her. She just couldn’t remember when.
“Hi, babes, great to see you. So, er, what brings you here?”
“Oh, I got bored of Edinburgh – old flame, long story, decided to get as far away as possible and I heard about a rather delicious club here that just had to be tried.
You?”
With the mention of Edinburgh, it all came flooding back.
“Same deal, kind of. No old flame but Velvet’s got some reputation. So do you know where it is, Belle?”
“I might do. Depends what it’s worth.”
From the look on Belle’s face, it was obvious that she was after a repeat performance.
“Why don’t we talk it over in my hotel room?” Lizzie said. It’d be nice to have a fuck that she didn’t have to write up, for once.
Do You Come Here Often?
Lizzie was pretty sure that the cab driver had never had two women get quite so intimate in his cab before. By the time they reached her hotel, Lizzie’s c**t was already dripping and Belle had established herself as the boss once again. They signed in hurriedly and raced up to Lizzie’s room. The second the door was closed, Belle dropped to her knees to strip off Lizzie’s sopping thong, then, still kneeling, looked up at Lizzie.
“You want it?”
Yes.”
Belle moved her lips closer to Lizzie’s throbbing clit. Lizzie moaned as she felt Belle’s hot breath against her. She pushed forwards but Belle held her back.
“If you want the information I’ve got, you have to do things my way. Agreed?”
“I’ve already said yes.” Lizzie’s frustration was clear in her voice.
“OK. I’ll lick your clit for you. I’ll fuck you with my tongue until you’re coming in my face. Then you’re going to do the same to me. And then I’m going to take you out to my friend’s club.”
Lizzie wondered how Belle knew the people who ran a club so far away from her home town, but it was no time to ask questions.
“Anything. Just make me come. Please.”
Belle responded by leaning forwards and breathing closer to Lizzie’s clit. Lizzie could feel her juices running down her thighs. And then – God – the tip of Belle’s tongue darted across Lizzie’s clit. She clutched on to the dressing table, hardly able to stand as Belle licked her slit, darting her tongue inside to taste Lizzie’s juices. Then, back to her clit, this time sucking it fully between her lips. But Lizzie wanted to be filled.
“Give me your fingers.”
“I’ll do what I want,” said Belle, sharply, returning her mouth to Lizzie’s c**t and ignoring her plea. She began to suck Lizzie’s clit into her mouth, while her tongue flicked between Lizzie’s moist lips. As she speeded her movement, Lizzie’s vision started to go and her head spun. She was faint with pleasure. When Belle fixed her mouth over Lizzie’s lips and shoved her tongue deep inside her hole, she started to come. Belle carried on fucking her with her tongue until the last waves of pleasure faded and Lizzie floated back to reality.
“Oh my God!”
“Shut up and lie on your back.”
Again, Belle was in control.
Lizzie did as she was told, the rough carpet rubbing against her back. Belle sat over Lizzie’s face, and spread her clean shaved lips with her fingers.
“Now, you can lick me. You’ve got –” Belle looked at her watch “– two minutes to make me come. Otherwise, I go to the club alone. And you’ll be in trouble.” She rubbed her wet fingers over Lizzie’s face as if to emphasise the point. Lizzie felt a thrill at the thought of what that trouble would entail.
“Start then, bitch.”
Lizzie looked at Belle’s shaven folds, noting that, despite her Domme act. Belle was as turned on as she was. The lack of hair meant she could see exactly how swollen Belle’s clit had become. Lizzie watched as a drop of Belle’s juice dripped from her c**t to land on her face. She had to taste her.
She pulled Belle down to sit on her face and began to lap furiously, her face getting covered with Belle’s cream. She ran her tongue up and down, feeling Belle’s clit respond instantly at the touch of her tongue. Belle began to grind into her face.
“Forty-five seconds left.”
Lizzie ran the soft skin of her inner lip over Belle’s clit then wrapped her lips around it, as if sucking a miniature cock. As she sucked, she felt Belle start to shake and soon, she was being crushed into the floor as Belle forced down hard into her face.
“Yes, you slut. Fuck!”
Belle’s orgasm sent her into wild spasms, which were mirrored by tremors in Lizzie’s own c**t. God, she loved her life.
Belle climbed off her face and began to pull on her clothes.
“Right. Let’s go.”
“I’ll just grab a bath,” said Lizzie.
“No you won’t. You’re going out with my juices on your face. We’re going to show everyone what a submissive little slut you really are. I know my friends are going to love you. Wear this.” She reached into her suitcase and threw Lizzie a tight black rubber dress.
Lizzie didn’t know whether her quickening pulse was down to nerves or arousal. She struggled into the dress, glancing in the mirror and marvelling at the way it made her look. Her tits were held high and firm while her waist and arse were tightly held in. Every curve was visible in the short dress. She reached for her knickers.
“Did I tell you that you could put them on?” Belle snapped.
“No.”
“So don’t. I want you to be accessible to me all night. And I’m sure my friends will be interested in … meeting you. Come on.”
Grabbing Lizzie’s hand, Belle pulled her through the bedroom door and out into the unknown.
The Cold Light Of Day
The next morning, Lizzie woke up feeling bleary. It had been a long night. The rumours about Velvet hadn’t done it justice – it was far filthier than she could have imagined even after her recent adventures. And with Belle goading her on she’d had easily double the amount of people required for Cornwall. She’d had to nip to the loo and take notes on a pile of napkins so she could remember what to write up. Even when she’d got back to the hotel there had been no let up. Belle was insatiable, horny after seeing Lizzie get so thoroughly fucked, and had kept her awake until dawn.
Lizzie stumbled to the bathroom and downed glass after glass of water in an attempt to clear her head. There was no time for hangovers – she needed to write up the night’s conquests before she checked out. She made a coffee and sat down at the desk, pulling the napkins out to translate her increasingly drunken scrawls. But as she opened her laptop bag, her hangover faded into insignificance. Her laptop was gone. In its place was a note.
Thanks for the fun. Sorry, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do. Belle x
Lizzie realised she needed to find Belle or she was utterly fucked. And, for once, not in a good way.
