Lust on the Loose

Lust on the Loose
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ISBN:  9781780800332
Author:  Noel Amos
Word Count:  87,168
Format:  eBook



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'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.

A big barrel-shaped man, dressed only in a pair of swimming shorts and espadrilles, sat under an umbrella by the side of an Olympic-sized swimming pool, reading a newspaper. From the villa behind him emerged a statuesque blonde, clad as extensively as he, bearing a tray of refreshments. She set it down on the table beside her companion and placed in front of him a tumbler filled to the brim and beaded with moisture. It was a scorching hot day.
   The man did not look up but carried on reading intently. The woman extended her gorgeous frame along the length of a sun-lounger, arranged a pair of dark glasses on her head and leant back to lift her face to the blazing sun. Sun lotion glistened on the full mounds of her already bronzed and naked breasts. For a few moments there was complete silence save for the clink of ice in the woman's tall gin and tonic as she lifted it to her lips.
   Suddenly the man leaned back and threw the newspaper from him in obvious ill-temper. Its pages flew apart, settling like fallen leaves across the woman's all but nude body.
   'Oy!' she objected loudly. 'What'd you do that for?' She pronounced 'you' as 'yow'. She came from Birmingham.
   'Read it,' he ordered, 'read the fucking thing for yourself.' And he drained his beer in one long gulp.
   'No thanks,' replied the girl, pushing the paper away and rearranging herself comfortably, 'you know I'm a victim of an impoverished education. I can't read.'
   'You can read cheques well enough. And designer labels, when it suits you.'
   'That reminds me, you owe me some money. I popped into Malaga yesterday. I bought a new dress to replace the one you ripped off me on Saturday night. Actually, I bought a few. I know what you're like.'
   'Fucking country!' he muttered. 'Fucking sun! Rotten beer. Fucking funny food.'
   'What's got into you?'
   'Fucking brainless tarts who ought to keep their mouths shut.'
   'That's a bit rich, Danny Fretwork. You shouldn't say that to a girl who's given you the best of her mouth already this morning. It's not my idea of fun to hand out blow-jobs before breakfast.'
   'As it happens, Beverly, I was not referring to you, though I could have been. I was talking about Patsy.'
   'Patsy? What Patsy?' she asked, suddenly alert.
   'My wife, you silly cow.'
   'Oh. I thought you were divorced.'
   'Not yet and I'm likely to be a widower before I'm a divorcee.'
   'Oh dear, oh dear. What's she done?'
   'I keep telling you, read the paper.'
   She groaned in a resigned fashion but languidly picked up a fallen page which by happy chance contained the first instalment of Patsy Fretwork's confessions to the Blizzard.
   She tittered as she read and then laughed out loud in a high-pitched irritating shriek which set her expansive breasts quivering. Danny snarled at her. He'd go over and smack those big tits for her if she didn't shut up.
   'This is a bit of a laugh,' she said. 'Did you really ask her to measure your dick with a ruler on your first date? She makes you sound like a right prat.'
   Danny reached across and swiped the paper from her grasp with a great hairy paw. 'Shut up.'
   'But you wanted me to read it, Danny,' she said, aggrieved.
   He took one of her sumptuous breasts in his hand and squeezed it. Despite its size it disappeared almost entirely in his big fist.
   'Ow!' she squealed. 'You don't have to take it out on me, Danny.'
   'No, but I'm going to all the same. Take your knickers off.'
   'Ooh, you big beast - what are you going to do?'
   'You'll see.'
   'We could go indoors. You know, have a siesta before lunch.' But she was already stripping off for him, removing her bikini bottoms seductively and dangling the scrap of fabric in front of his face. 'I'm not sure I want to be fucked out here in the open. You'll have to catch me first.' And she set off along the terrace, her breasts bobbing, her arse cheeks jiggling. Danny eyed her as she ran off, looking over her shoulder at him and giggling.
   Inside he was burning up; he wanted revenge for his humiliation in the Blizzard. He wanted a heart-to-heart with his beloved Patsy. He could imagine the smirk on her face already. Just for now, a little workout with Bimbo Bev might relieve the pressure. He shucked off his swimming trunks, revealing a thick stubby tool emerging from the forest of hair at the base of his belly. He set off after her, moving swiftly despite his bulk, a great hairy powerful gorilla of a man.
   Beverly allowed herself to be caught on the other side of the pool. Smack! A great palm descended on her left buttock, flattening its creamy curves, sending the breath out of her body. Smack, smack, smack. The hand came down again and again, whacking the white flesh, turning it scarlet.
   'Ooh Danny, ooh! No! No!' she screamed, pressing her cunt mound hard down on his thigh in her excitement. 'Oh no, that's too much! Stop now, please.' And she wriggled again, harder and harder.
   Danny reached for a bottle of suntan oil that stood on a nearby table and poured a large pool of ointment over her flaming buttocks. He kneaded her bottom fiercely, digging his massive fingers deep into the pink moons of flesh and making her squirm. He spread the cheeks wide and the perfect star of her bumhole winked up at him invitingly from the crack of her arse. Thrusting two fingers deep into the wet slit of her pussy, he took her in a pincer hold around the fork of her body and pressed the head of his thumb up into that tempting opening. Then, with his other hand, he aimed a large gob of lotion splat into her rear.
   'Oh no, Danny, not up my bum, please.' And she wriggled frantically in a futile attempt to escape his grip.
   'Now now, Beverly, you loved it last time.' And his thumb, its passage well greased, slid into the vestibule of her arse, disappearing up to the knuckle. She redoubled her efforts to shake him off but succeeded only in burying the digit further inside her.
   'Oh God,' she groaned, a hint of resignation - and of excitement - in her voice.
   'You see,' he said triumphantly, jamming his thumb up her back passage and thrusting his fingers simultaneously into her pussy hole, 'you love it, don't you. If I keep this up you're going to come, aren't you?'
   She didn't reply but moaned wordlessly, her hips now bucking in time to his thrusts, her arse and cunt eagerly eating up the fierce fingering. Suddenly he stood up, lifting her with him and threw her face down on a nearby sun-bed. She flopped down like a doll, her big breasts splaying out from under her body, her legs spread to reveal her pink wet quim, her bum cheeks still raw and flaming from the spanking. Danny eyed her with a predatory gleam in his eye. He knew she loved his animal brand of fucking.
   'Kneel up,' he commanded. 'Stick your arse out so I can see where I'm going to put my dick.'
   She obeyed at once, pulling her knees under her and thrusting her bum out obscenely. Without being asked, she reached round with both hands and spread apart her cheeks, revealing every delectable millimetre of her hairless crack, from the distended eye of her pretty pink anus down to the splayed purse of her quim. Danny smoothed oil into his rock-hard organ. He had her well-trained, there was no doubt about that.
   Then he was up her. His thick prong charging straight up her bumhole with no finesse, no civilities, just brute strength. A loud groan rang from her prone body as she took his weight and her slender frame rippled beneath him as he sawed in and out of her bottom, stuffing his fat organ up her rear tunnel with the energy of a sprinter. But this sprinter was determined to make the race last, he was out to extract every nuance of pleasure from the delicious body bent beneath him.
   His stomach slapped against her quivering bum flesh as he bulled into her. He had both arms around her now, massaging and mauling a big soft tit in each of his massive hands. Little mewing noises were coming from her mouth as he prodded and pounded. He knew that she now had a hand between her legs, playing with her pussy lips and stroking the hard nub of flesh at the top of her slit as she sought her own satisfaction before he finished. The thought that she was wanking away beneath him while he fucked her arse sent an electric thrill through his body and he prodded and delved and pinched and smacked away at her wanton flesh on the verge of delirium.
   And then he came, his energy redoubling in unbelievable fury, as he pumped, pumped, pumped and finally exploded deep inside her glorious bum.
   For a moment he lay on top of her, a dead weight, panting his breath into her ear like a dog. Then he was on his feet leaving Beverly in a bruised and crumpled heap.
   A slim Spaniard in a white coat was standing by the patio door, a tray of food in his hands. It was possible he had been there some time. Danny strode past him, his fat dick now dangling damply between his thighs, a big grin on his face.
   'Placido,' he said, 'bring me a sandwich upstairs. And then get the car out, we're going to the airport.'
   'Yes sir,' said Placido subserviently. But his coal-black eyes were not on his employer, they were focused on the still undulating thighs of his mistress and on the thick white slick of spunk that was oozing from between the cheeks of her rosy bottom.

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Quite an amazing book, really
Thursday, 19 April 2012  | 

Most erotic novelists either write lame and/or improbable stories to tie those sex scenes together, or throw in a lot of meaningful dialogue and relationship development in the hope of turning porn into erotica. And more often than not they show themselves inept in both fields.

Noel Amos however has written a great tongue-in-cheek novel in the great tradition of the Mike Hammer stories, where seedy, ne'er-do-well detectives have a dame walking into their office with an assignment that will leave them continually bruised and baffled before they finally solve the case. In this case, luckily there's a lot of other dames to comfort him on the way.

The story is great fun to read; as are the frequent sex scenes that are moreover engagingly written and full of heat. A remarkable achievement by a writer who shows himself to be a good novelist and an above-avarage pornographer. A must-read!

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