Robert Taylor: Whipped bitch

Barbara was removing her right gauntlet. She stepped behind the woman, now holding the glove and whip in her left hand, bringing the right up between Mrs. Smith's legs.

"Start lapping! I'll feel your cunt to see if it wets. I must learn how much of a lesbian tendency you have. Very well, begin."

Janey gazed down at the woman's tear-streaked face. Her jaw was set stubbornly. Janey forced that lovely face into her cud.

Suddenly Mrs. Smith's mouth opened wide. She groaned, then as Janey pressed closer, sucked her hairy vulva.

Her tongue speared out, lashing Janey's slit. She suppressed a moan as the racing tongue stirred her lust. She knew one thing, hers was not the first cum Mrs. Smith had eaten.

"Ah, yes," Barbara said, fingering the woman's vagina. "Just as I expected. Almost a gush. Mr. Smith, it is clear that she needs stimulation from eating a woman's pussy."

"But that's filthy!" he said. "Unnatural!"

His cock stood up bony hard.

"She's quite wet enough to be fucked. I think we have found the right combination, Mr. Smith."

The woman had sucked Janey's hairy lips into her mouth and was twisting her head, wagging it, breathing very hard, and her passionate moans told Janey that she loved doing this.

Barbara was bent over the woman, hand between her legs. "Yes, a real gush now, that's very good. Mr. Smith, you must face the truth. Your wife has a lesbian streak. Now, if you would step behind her and stick your cock up this wet cunt, we'll continue the lesson."

"I want her to blow me," he said.

"Mr. Smith!" Barbara snapped. "I thought I had disciplined you!"

His hand dropped to the welts on his thigh. "Okay, okay. I'll do as you say."

"Jump to it!"

He replaced Barbara behind his wife. He spread her buttocks.

Suddenly Mrs. Smith drew back from Janey's cunt. "Oh, it's so hard. His cock is so hard it hurts!"

"Push in all the way," Barbara told him.

He grunted, shoved. His wife tensed, buttocks hardening.

"What a hot cunt!" the man cried. "Like a steamy oven!"

"It's so big," his wife moaned. "His cock's too big! My hole is narrow because it never gets enough and now he's hurting me all the way up my vagina."

"You're lying," Barbara said. "You have a big, wet cunt. But there, you've stopped eating my assistant's pussy! Go into her muff right now."

Janey felt the woman's tongue slide right up her pussy.

Janey had not thought she could cum under such conditions. Each time Barbara had lashed the woman, Janey had felt it herself, had felt her asshole twitch and a sudden urge to pee. But why did Mrs. Smith let herself be punished this way? And her husband, why did he submit to the lashes on his thigh? All this confused her and she had felt anything but horny when the woman first mouthed her pussy.

Now, the fires were spreading throughout her belly, which knotted and pulsed with rising orgasm.

"Fuck her harder," Barbara said.

"But she's tender inside. I don't want to hurt her cunt!"

"Clearly, you have not learned your lesson, Mr. Smith. Obedience is everything!"

As she spoke, she fisted the whip handle. Her arm drew back, far back, and she delivered the blow, grunting with the effort.

It rang on his ass like a gunshot.

Janey could feel it right through their bodies, as though he had driven in his cock so hard that it went through his wife, and her tongue stabbed like a rapier up her cunt.

It started her cum, a frenzied pulling in her belly, a scalding flood. Rising on tiptoes, she jerked through fuck movements, squashing her cunt on the woman's face, fucking her.

But it was Mrs. Smith who cried out. "I'm cum-ming!"

Her husband was fucking wildly, his loins loudly slapping her ass with each thrust.

"Honey, fuck me harder! Oh, darling, bang me with your big, beautiful cock! Ahh-hh, I'm coming all over, down to my toes, darling! You're making me cum!"

Barbara had folded her arms under her breasts, stood gazing severely at them.

Mr. Smith grunted. "God, what a hot cunt! Baby, I'm going to shoot my load. You ready for it?"

"Yes, now," his wife cried. "I'm still cum-ming, honey! Darling, give me your load!"

But Barbara intervened, slashing the man's buttocks with her whip. "In her mouth, Mr. Smith. She is going to suck you off."

"No!" the woman cried. "I won't do it. I want it shot up my hole!"

Exasperated, Barbara reached between his legs and seized his balls, pulled him out of his wife. "Obey my orders, Mr. Smith."

His cock was reddish purple, twitching stiffly, near to his cum. Seeing that he had no choice, he rushed around the horse. Janey, quivering through the last stages of orgasm, moved away. He poked his throbbing tool at his wife's mouth.

The whip cracked on her already inflamed ass.

Moaning in pain, she opened her mouth and let him shove the swollen cockhead in.

Janey watched with amazement as the woman gobbled his prick, taking more and more shank, sucking so hard that the outlines of the shaft showed in her cheeks.

He was fucking rapidly, rising on his tiptoes. "There – my load – now – drink my cream!"

His wife was swallowing it, taking the head deeper in her throat.

Janey, backing to the wall, rubbed her pussy, squeezed it as her cunt quivered.

Mrs. Smith was sucking her husband dry.

When he at last pulled his cock out of her mouth, she sobbed, "Oh, darling, I loved it so! I came when you did."

He was tenderly stroking her cheek.

She turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand.

The Smiths left.

Barbara peeled off her gauntlets. "They were more difficult than usual."

The door opened and Mrs. Claymore entered, wearing a pale blue dress that clung sensuously to her curves.

She was smiling. "Well done, girls. Very nice indeed." She gave Barbara a hug. "Hurry back to your station. We have a rather large crowd tonight. I'll keep Janey here a moment."

Barbara went out.

"You obey orders nicely, Janey, and that's the first step. Second, techniques. Third, learn to judge the clients, and believe nothing they tell you. They're so repressed, the poor darlings. Buried under guilt feelings!"

She stood leaning on the black-leather horse. Smiling, she beckoned.

Janey came to her, into the arm that wound about her. Mrs. Claymore's other hand brushed down her belly. Fingers raked through her pubic hair, then closed on her pussy.

"Wet, Janey! You do cum with a gush. Now, tell me what you think of Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

Janey frowned. "I'm all confused. I mean, they paid money to get whipped."

"They don't see it that way. They need violence to break through their repression's, to them pain is an aphrodisiac. They think that our treatments can cure their hang-ups, and sometimes that does happen. More often, they become addicted to the whip."

Janey nodded. Once again the terribly deft hand on her cunt brought heat out of her. She edged closer to Mrs. Claymore.

The woman laughed. "You do like that, Janey. You have such a sensitive pussy."

Janey squirmed. "You do things – your fingers, moving in and out of my cunt."

"A mere technique, precious. I'll teach you. Now, any questions about Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

Janey held her tongue, fearing a trap.

"Go ahead, precious. The rules are off for the moment."

"I was wondering if she has a girl lover."

"Goodness, no. That's why she's here. She's much too uptight for that. But she may, through our treatments, break through the block. Which will either cure the problem with her husband – or she may leave him for the girl friend. We are like doctors – neither of us is quite sure how it will turn out. Like doctors, we know that a cure will end our income from them." She smiled. "So we suffer from divided goals."