Ms Belle and Mr K Pt. 01

Tuesday, April 22, 6:07PM

Brett Kozlowski briskly entered the elevator and depressed the '18' button on its metallic panel. He lived on the eighteenth floor in an apartment at Luxe, a very desirable, upscale complex in the heart of downtown. His eyes were buried in his phone, answering a flood of work emails streaming from his boss, despite the fact that it was 6pm on a Tuesday.

"Can you please hold the door?!" an exasperated female voice called from the lobby.

Brett's left hand shot out to prevent the elevator doors from shutting as he continued to type a response to the latest crisis with his right.

A young woman stepped into the elevator, holding a cardboard box labeled 'kitchen'.

"Thank you, kind sir." As her voice sounded vaguely familiar, Brett curiously looked up from his phone. "My hands are full, would you mind me pressing '22' for me?"

"Abbi?"

"Mr K!" Her excited voice confirmed that Brett didn't misidentify the attractive woman.

"Oh my God! Abbi Belle! How have you been? Wait, are you moving into the Luxe?!"

Abbi interned at Brett's company last summer. While she was more than 20 years younger than Brett, there was real chemistry that never extended beyond some innocent flirtation.

She was short and curvy. Her large brown eyes, shoulder length dark hair and light tan skin confirmed her parents' Brazilian heritage.

But what Brett found most alluring was her mind. Abbi was extremely bright. She communicated using a colorful vocabulary that highlighted her obvious intellect.

He loved the flirty way she always called him 'Mr K'. The rest of the office either called him 'Brett' or 'Koz'.

Towards the end of her internship, Abbi invited Brett to call her anytime, an offer he considered more than he would ever admit, but ultimately ignored.

After all, Brett was married.

"Yes, Mr K, I am moving into Luxe. Last week, I accepted a generous job offer with LHG. Not to boast, but it pays quite handsomely."

"And what role will you be performing with LHG, Ms Belle?"

"VP of Digital Marketing," Abbi smiled proudly.

"Wow! That's quite a feat. Congratulations are due, Ms Belle!"

"Thanks Mr K. Actually, this encounter is quite fortuitous, as you've crossed my mind often as of late. I drew on many of my experiences and conversations with you during the countless rounds of interviews with my new employer. I strongly believe those experiences directly led to my offer. So, I feel I am forever indebted, Mr K."

Abbi's beautiful brown eyes sparkled with sincerity as she smiled at him.

"Don't be silly, Ms Belle. You earned this yourself... Well, this is my floor, Ms Belle. I suppose I'll be seeing you around Luxe?"

"With any luck, absolutely, Mr K!"

Brett stole a quick look at Abbi's cleavage, then smiled at Abbi as the elevator doors shut.

Tuesday, April 22, 10:03PM

Brett sat in his bed, checking on tomorrow's weather report when an unexpected text appeared on his phone screen.

AB: Hi Mr K! It's Abbi Belle. I know it's late, but I'm in desperate need of a little life advice. Let me know when you have a moment?

Brett immediately responded.

BK: Hi Abbi! No worries! I've got a moment right now. How can I help?

AB: Great! I admit this with some degree of embarrassment, but I've had this massive attraction to this incredible older man since last summer. We have this incredibly strong connection that is difficult to explain... How would you recommend I go about getting his attention?

Brett felt an immediate jolt of adrenaline rush through his body. Then he signed. No matter how tempting, he knew he could never act on Abbi's advances.

BK: I don't have to explain to a girl as smart as you how inappropriate your text message is, Ms Belle.

AB: Oh, Mr K, where's the fun in always playing by the rules? Life's too short not to indulge in some occasional excitement! And besides, I rather enjoyed our intellectual sparring matches last summer, especially when they happened to take their common detours into flirtation territory.

BK: I'm not sure your boyfriend would appreciate this conversation, Ms Belle.

AB: Who said anything about me having a boyfriend, Mr K?

Each text received caused Brett's phone to buzz. He navigated to the phone's settings to turn off vibration, afraid his sleeping wife might be awoken by Abbi's messages and the dull buzz that each caused.

BK: I'm not sure my wife would appreciate it either, Ms Belle.

AB: Ugh, how positively cliché. But fret not, handsome husband of another. I'm not looking to steal your heart away from Karen or whatever her undoubtedly boring name is. I just want to discreetly borrow you an hour or two on occasion.

BK: How progressive of you, Ms Belle.

AB: Thank you, Mr K.

BK: And have you reflected at all on all the ways this could go horribly wrong, Ms Belle?

AB: No, I haven't bothered unpacking countless hypotheticals, Mr K. Instead, I've spent my time pondering a theory I've formed since I met you.

BK: Go on, Ms Belle.

AB: You're secretly a hopeless romantic, bored with your routine, the same boring job, the same boring wife, the same boring sex...

BK: That's a description, Ms Belle, not a theory.

AB: Please allow me to finish, Mr K. Here is the theory: That in the small handful of quiet moments in between morning coffees, NPV models, staff meetings, and unending emails, yearns a deep seeded need for something exciting and far more passionate.

BK: Fair enough, but that's not exactly profound. I could say the same thing about countless other humans spinning on this globe, up to and including the lovely and talented Abbi Belle.

AB: But you would be wildly incorrect about me! I'm not yearning for passion; I'm taking it, Mr K. As evidenced by this very conversation! We have an undeniable chemistry, you know it and I know it. Stop fighting this. Come get me.

Brett froze. He wanted to reply, but at this moment, words failed him.

AB: Ugh, Jesus. If you want me to stop texting you, Mr K, just let me know.

Abbi had given Brett an easy escape, yet he couldn't bring himself to end the conversation. Despite his wall of resistance, he was thoroughly enjoying her attention and their cerebral conversation. He wasn't willing to let it go.

BK: I think you overestimate our chemistry, Ms Belle.

AB: And you underestimate the power of tension, Mr K! Denial only fuels our flame. I noticed your eyes on my chest today, Mr K. Tell me, does seeing even a glimpse of my cleavage quicken your pulse?

BK: Please don't be the naïve girl who confuses common male lust with something more noble, Ms Belle.

AB: Lust, nobility, semantics! Why split hairs when we could be exploring all the naughty thoughts consuming us both? Face it, mister, your 'common' maleness responds quite enthusiastically to my feminine charms. That twitch in your trousers betrays you.

BK: A forty something male is aroused by a hot, twenty something year old female. Alert the press, Ms Belle!

AB: Oh please, Mr K. Trying to dismiss this palpable attraction as mere biological instinct? How dull. Let's give credit where it's due -- it takes a certain je ne sais quoi to spark such intense interest in a woman half one's age.

BK: You barely know me, Ms Belle.

AB: I know enough, Mr K. Every text we exchanged tonight feels more and more electric to me, igniting naughty possibilities. I may be younger than you but I embrace a raw connection when I feel it. You choose to ignore it.

BK: I'll concede that you have valid points, Ms Belle. However, ultimately, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you.

AB: Disappoint me? Such finality in your tone. Are you 100 percent sure about that, sexy?

BK: Please, call me Mr K.

AB: As you wish, Mr K. But I must warn you, I'm not easily dissuaded once I set my sights on someone that I desire.

BK: I don't doubt that, Ms Belle.

AB: There's a battle raging within you, isn't there Mr K? Loyalty warring with temptation... Tell me, which side is winning?

Brett groaned. This was going to go on all night if he allowed it. Surrendering, he plugged his phone in to charge and tried to fall asleep.

After five minutes, he saw from the corner of his eye the screen illuminate with another received text. He tried to fight the urge, but he couldn't ignore it. He had to see what Abbi wrote to him.

AB: Silence speaks volumes, doesn't it, Mr K? I can sense the conflict playing out behind those gorgeous eyes of yours. Part of you wants to do the noble thing, to remain faithful to outdated vows made so long ago...

AB: ... but that delicious traitorous part, the one whispering those sinful suggestions in your ear, urging you to indulge on the forbidden fruit awaiting you on the 22nd floor... That's the part that fascinates me, Mr K.

Brett grabbed his phone. If he was going to get any sleep, he was going to have to put a formal end to their conversation.

BK: Well, your query is going to have to be placed on hold. I need to go to sleep, Ms Belle.

AB: Running away so soon, Mr K? And here I thought we were just beginning to explore our mutual interests. Just know that I love the thrill of anticipation, the allure of the chase. There is always tomorrow.

BK: Good night, Ms Belle.

AB: Dream of me, Mr K!

Wednesday, April 23, 9:29PM

"Good night, dear," Mrs Kozlowski headed up to bed.

Brett sat in his living room alone. He had been obsessively thinking about Abbi and their text conversation since it occurred yesterday evening. It certainly didn't help that his wife, Elise, turned down his sexual advances when he tried to be spontaneous with her earlier that evening.

And despite promises of tomorrow, Abbi had yet to message him. It was quite the ego boost to be pursued so overtly by such a beautiful and intelligent young woman. It was also quite of an ego blow if she was willing to give up the chase so easily.

Still, he also had no desire to initiate a new conversation with Abbi. As enticing as sex with her sounded, it was far too dangerous and would assuredly end with an extremely poor outcome.

'She finally came to her senses, she's a smart girl' he rationalized, coming to grips with the fact that their flame had burned out just as quickly as it had been re-ignited.

As an award to himself for having avoided this potential danger, he decided to indulge in some high quality lesbian porn. He made his selection and settled in, undid his pants and waited for the adult film to have its way with him.

Somewhere around the 10 minute mark, as he watched an older blonde yank down the panties of a younger brunette, a new text message notification appeared on his phone.

AB: Hey there stranger! Did you miss me today, or were you able to push last night's chat back to the furthest recesses of your mind? I would bet my paycheck that it was the former...

BK: Hello, Ms Belle.

AB: What are you up to at this late hour, Mr K? Anything naughty?

BK: It depends on your definition of naughty, I suppose.

AB: Really Mr K?! Give me a hint at least! Is it something you'd blush describing in detail to your dear wife?

BK: If you must know, Ms Belle, I was viewing content intended for a more mature audience.

AB: Mr K! Viewing something hot, are we? How spicy are we talking?

BK: Nothing too outrageous, Ms Belle. Just a couple of beautiful women enjoying each other's company.

AB: So you enjoy watching pretty girls play together, Mr K? I'm sure they were doing all sorts of deliciously depraved things to each other's sexy bodies, weren't they, Mr K?

BK: It is a hardcore pornographic film, Ms Belle. Feel free to use your imagination.

AB: And here I thought you might deny it, play coy. But no, you're far too honest for that, aren't you, Mr K?

BK: We finally agree on something, Ms Belle. I'm definitely being far too honest with you, tonight.

AB: See Mr K? There IS hope for us! So tell me, what specific scene had that married cock of yours throbbing tonight?

BK: You really want a play by play of Moms Lick Teens 27, Ms Belle?

AB: Oooh yes, I want every filthy, sordid detail! Don't leave anything out, Mr K!

BK: I was unaware that lesbian sex excites you, Ms Belle.

AB: All girl content does more than excite me, Mr K. It absolutely inflames me.

BK: You're just full of surprises, aren't you, Ms Belle?

AB: I will be honest, I prefer erotica to porn. But I find myself searching for hot lesbian smut quite frequently. I just read a story where this confident, mature professor dominated a pair of cute, petite, naïve college girls. The wonderfully nasty names she called those innocent coeds as she ordered them to pleasure her, Mr K! It had my panties flooded and me reaching for my favorite vibrator in no time.

BK: I'm intrigued, Ms Belle... have you indulged in sapphic pleasures yourself?

AB: Mmm, wouldn't you like to know, Mr K?

BK: Who is being coy now, Ms Belle?

AB: Touché, Mr K.

BK: You still haven't answered my question, Ms Belle.

AB: Fine... Yes, I have, Mr K.

Brett's pulse quickened. The thought of the unfairly sexy Abbi Belle with another woman was unbearably hot.

BK: Okay, you have my full attention now, Ms Belle.

AB: I had a feeling that confession might pique your interest, Mr K. There's just something so incredibly erotic about two women losing themselves in carnal bliss, isn't there?

BK: We agree again, Ms Belle.

AB: I remember my first time vividly. Her name was Sophia. Would you like to hear the full story, Mr K?

BK: You're a smart girl, Ms Belle. I'm confident that you already know the answer to that question.

AB: Well, I'm afraid I'm not going to type out the entire Sophia fucks Abbi saga out for you, handsome. Just come visit me on the 22nd floor and I'll be happy to give you all the sordid details.

BK: You know that's a non-starter for me, Ms Belle. How about a phone call? Meet me in the middle, please.

AB: Ugh... fine. I'll call you.

Within a few seconds, 'Abbi Belle calling' flashed on Brett's screen.

"Ms Belle?"

"Hi Mr K! Are you sure you don't want to come over? I highly suspect recounting this tale of girl girl passion is going to get me quite worked up. You might even be able to take advantage of me." The tone in her voice was sexy and playful.

"Very cute. Don't push it, Ms Belle." Brett said firmly.

"Okay, fine. You're here for the hot girl on girl story. I got it, Mr K..."

Abbi paused to clear her throat.

"In order to set the stage properly, I will have to provide you with some background."

"Understood, Ms Belle."

"During my latter years of high school, I had been roped into this babysitting arrangement by my parents, as my mom had sympathy for Sophia. She was a long time neighbor, an incredibly attractive, but unskilled trophy wife, who in the course of six terrible months, became a struggling, thirty-ish, divorced single mother.

Every Wednesday for a solid two years, I'd stop by from 4 to 8, and watch her two grade school aged kids while she attempted to better her life by attending evening classes.

Sophia couldn't pay me much, but it was very easy work. Her children were fairly well behaved and low maintenance. My responsibilities capped out at heating up beefaroni and pretending to care about their latest virtual achievements in Minecraft. 90 percent of the time, I was free to do whatever I pleased, so despite the small paycheck, it was always work I was willing to do. Are you with me so far, Mr K?"

Abbi stopped to check in.

"Sounds pretty straightford, Ms Belle." Brett answered.

"Good. Hang in there, I promise things heat up quickly from here. It was a Wednesday in May, mere days from my high school graduation. I had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday, and was looking forward to the fall and the freedom that was to come with a dorm room in an out of state university.

This fateful day, I showed up right on time, ready to put my expert level microwave skills to use. When Sophia opened the door for me, instead of the typical wall of noise, I heard a strangely library quiet home.

Sophia explained that the children were spending the week with their grandparents. She apologized for 'forgetting' to tell me that she didn't need me to babysit today.

I also said that she was feeling a little lonely and that if I'd be willing to keep her company, she'd still pay me at my normal rate. Even in my young and inexperienced state, I knew where this was likely headed.

To be fair, it wasn't completely out of left field. Neighborhood rumor suggested her husband left her because she was caught repeatedly cheating on him... with women.

Plus, she had already performed a fair amount of flirting with me, whether it was complimenting my hair or makeup, constantly telling me how pretty I was, asking me about how various dates went, my current relationship status, or ..."

"Sorry to interrupt. What did Sophia look like?" Brett inquired.

"Ugh. You men are predictable, such visual creatures..."

"I'm sorry, Ms Belle."

"Sophia was a stunning woman. She had cascading red curls that tumbled past her shoulders and these striking green eyes the color of emeralds. Her skin, soft and pale. Her lips, full and sensual, were made for kissing... and for other things..." Abbi teased.

"And her body, curves similar to yours, Ms Belle?"

"Indeed, Sophia possessed an hourglass figure that rivaled my own, large breasts, soft thighs, childbearing hips. She was built for sin, as they say, Mr K."

"She sounds hot, Ms Belle."

"That's a very basic way to put it, Mr K." Abbi said with some small amount of contempt.

"Forgive my maleness, Ms Belle."

"So, as I was saying before, I had a pretty strong sense that Sophia was going to try to make a physical pass at me. I decided to play along, curious as to how she was going to go about it.

She told me she was feeling lazy and suggested that we watch a movie together. I agreed, but when I began to head towards her living room, she said the best place to watch a movie was actually in her room. So we headed upstairs and got under the covers. She disappeared for a moment, reappearing in her 'pajamas', a sexy light blue baby doll nightie. She pretended this was normal bedtime attire for women her age. I knew this was deliberately misleading but I played dumb.

I was half expecting her to put on an explicit title, you know, one that you might enjoy, Mr K. What was it you were watching earlier... Milfs Fuck Sluts, Volume 75?"

"It was Moms Lick Teens, Ms Belle." Brett laughed.

"Same difference, Mr K... But instead of porn, she put on Black Swan. Have you seen the film, Mr K?"

"I can't say that I have, Ms Belle."

"I hadn't either. It's an arty film, featuring this impossibly skinny schizophrenic ballerina. As the movie progressed, Sophia accidentally brushed against me a number of times, each touch growing my nerves as well as my desire.

But then came THE scene, Mr K, the clear reason Sophia chose this film. Nina, played by Natalie Portman, imagines fucking Lily, played by Mila Kunis. They start kissing and undressing - viewed as a standalone piece, its a bit like Cinemax softcore porn.

Despite being completely mute up until this point, Sophia suddenly said 'Wow, these girls look like they're really having fun, don't they Abbi?'

I told her I agreed that it looked fun as Lily removed Nina's panties on screen. Sophia strategically paused the film when Lily's face was between Nina's open thighs, ready to lap away at her core.

Sophia whispered in my ear 'Hey, I have a crazy idea, want to try it?' Her eyes lit up in relief when I enthusiastically gave my consent.

Sophia pinned her warm body into mine. I could feel her large breasts pressed

against my skin as her hands explored my body. Heat immediately pooled between my legs, and desire coursed through my veins. Before I knew it, we were enjoying a series of kisses that left me aching with need.

She impatiently pushed up my t-shirt, desperate to reveal the treasures hidden beneath. I gasped as cool air met my skin, then shuddered in delight when her fingers discovered the clasp of my bra.

Suddenly, my breasts spilled free. My young tits were eager and desperate for her attention... Mr K?"

"Yes, Ms Belle?" Brett's voice splashed in lust.

"Mr K, you'd better stroking that married cock for me," Abbi softly commanded.

"I am. Please continue, Ms Belle." Brett responded, holding the phone to his ear with his left hand, while his right found his hard shaft.

"Alright, where was I... Ah yes, my young breasts in Sophia's experienced hands. She smiled at me as she captured a nipple between her soft lips, swirling her wet tongue around the sensitive bud until I cried out in ecstasy.

I tangled my fingers in her wonderful red curls, holding her against her chest as she lavished attention on my chest. Soon, I was stripped bare, my sighs and moans filling her room her hands further explored my naked body.

Then, Sophia pushed me onto the mattress, crawling atop me with a predatory gleam in her eye. She told me she could smell my arousal. I shook with anticipation.

Slowly, torturously, she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue along my glistening slit. I gave her a loud, shameless moan of appreciation."

Brett groaned as his masturbatory speed increased.

"Mmm, listen to you, Mr K, so far gone already... I've barely even gotten started... but if you keep stroking that married cock for me... I'll hurry things along for you..."

"Deal, Ms Belle."

"So long story short, Sophia absolutely worked my pussy over, Mr K. Her mouth was pure magic. I lost count of the number of times those beautiful lips of hers brought me to climax."

"Fuck..."

"Sophia finally had enough of me and relented. She allowed me a few minutes to recover and almost seemed a bit regretful. She asked me if I would prefer to finish the movie or just head home. I think I made her day when I brazenly said 'Neither, I'd rather eat your pussy.'

I will never forget the mental image of her in the sexy baby blue nightie, her back against the headrest, her beautiful face still wearing my juices, her pale thighs spread open...

There was nothing but a soaked blue thong in between my face and her sex. I moved in and solved that problem quickly, wrapping my hands around the obstruction, swiftly pulling them off.

This gave me the first glimpse of her pussy. Mr K, I had never seen a cunt so excited. Sophie was red with arousal and impossibly wet. I swear to God, her clit must have been throbbing so hard, Mr K..."

"How did Sophia's pussy taste, Ms Belle?" Brett's voice was deep and rough as he edged himself closer and closer.

"Mmmmm, getting closer aren't we, Mr K? Sophia pussy tasted absolutely exquisite. My tongue separated those slick folds, and I lapped up her essence greedily, reveling in her responsiveness as she bucked hard against my mouth, telling me I was a 'good girl' who was 'doing such a good job.' She taught me so well and now... well I just fucking love eating cunt, Mr K."

"Mmmmmmm. I didn't know you were such a naughty little lesbian slut, Ms Belle." Brett interrupted again, his orgasm moments away.

"Ohhh fuck yesss, I'm such a filthy little cuntlicking whore, Mr K!"

Brett moaned as his climax built, moments from completion.

"I love nothing more than burying my face between a pair of womanly thighs and feasting on her sloppy, wet slit until there is girlcum all over my pretty face, Mr K!"

"FUCK!" Brett's cock shot out a series of powerful white cum ropes. They landed on his chest, making quite the mess of his shirt, while a warm white pool formed at the base of his shaft.

"Mmmm, sounds like someone enjoyed that story. I just knew getting really nasty would turn you on, Mr K. I could practically hear your balls churning, ready to blow their load just from mentally picturing me eating cunt."

"That was the hardest I've come in a really long time, Ms Belle." Brett whispered.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr K."

"That will be all for tonight, Ms Belle. I value and appreciate your time."

"Running off so soon, Mr K? And here I thought we were just starting to have fun!" Abbi signed. "Well, I suppose I can take pity on you this time."

"I look forward to our chats, Ms Belle. Same time tomorrow?"

"Mmm, I thought you'd never ask, stud. You drive a hard bargain, but I suppose I can pencil you in again tomorrow evening."

"Wonderful. Call me then, Ms Belle."

"Sweet dreams, Mr K. I hope they're filled with visions of me doing unspeakable acts! Until tomorrow... bye!"

"Good night, Ms Belle."

(To be continued...)

Author note: If you made it this far, thank you! I truly hope you enjoyed it! I'm always looking for feedback, if you have a thought or two, please share with a comment or a note! Thanks again!