Robert Taylor: Whipped bitch

She went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Bill reached across the table and took Janey's hand in his. "This is her idea, understand? I'd be content to go home to bed with Alice. But she has a funny twist. Maybe she wants to see me with another girl."

"Maybe," Janey said, thinking hard, and remembering what Mrs. Claymore had said.

They all lie.

That meant he did indeed chase pussy. But in what way was Alice lying?

Bill offered cigarettes. They lit up, sipped their drinks. In the bathroom a shoe clattered.

Janey glanced at the one-way windows. Barbara had said Mr. Burt would be watching, that he might be needed. She shivered. That cruel bastard! And his long, long prick!

Bill said, "She does strange things to get attention. Once back home she bet a guy she could piss in a bottle without a drop splashing outside. Bet him a hundred bucks. Did it right in the living room with everybody watching. And won."

Reflecting on her black-leather experience, Janey guessed that Barbara would say that Alice needed discipline.

The bathroom door opened. Alice as Ribbon Girl. Exquisite! Slim as an eel but not a bone showing, high breasts tanned to pale gold, sharp, dark nipples. She wore the skirt up high and, below the ribbons, dark-haired pussy-lips showed.

Slicking the ribbons down on her hips, she swayed seductively to the table. She picked up her drink.

"You look great!" Bill said.

Janey saw his eyes glisten with lust. Glancing down at his pants, she glimpsed his cock rising, very quickly forming a tent in the silky brown material.

"I should have asked for an apron instead. To show off my ass." She turned about, and she did, indeed, have a luscious ass.

Gazing at the white rounds, Janey felt a twinge of desire in her loins.

Gazing back at her husband, the girl slowly rotated her ass.

Then she turned to Janey, gazed from beneath long lashes at her, a sultry, steamy look. "Janey, do you think I'm sexy?"

"Yes! Very."

Alice licked pink lips. "I think you are, too."

Bill jerked to his feet. "Don't shit us, Alice! You don't turn on for girls!"

"Depends on the girl," she drawled, finishing her drink, then sauntering over to Janey. Behind her now, the girl bent over and slid her hands down Janey's shoulders, down the slopes of her tits. She squeezed. "Bill, go out to the club and get drunk. You aren't needed here."

"Balls. I'll stay."

"Because you think I'm faking it? Or would it make you horny to watch?"

As she spoke, she bent lower, rubbing her cheek against Janey's, extending a hand down her belly, tossing ribbons aside and fingering into her mound.

Bill, red-faced with anger, snatched at his pants zipper, tore it down and dug out his cock. His cock sprang out and stood out thick and hard, so engorged that it curved upward.

"There!" he growled. "That'll give you more kicks than any cunt!"

Alice kissed Janey's ear. "Do you like his cock better than anything I've got?"

In a state of helpless confusion, Janey could only say weakly, "I swing both ways."

But that cock, the head flared out, plump, loomed huge in her gaze, even though Alice's fingers oozed downward over her mound and caressed her pussy-lips.

Bill threw off his jacket, then his shirt. He had a strong chest with swirls of black hair.

"You'll beg for it, Alice," he cried. "You'll beg to suck my cock, I guarantee that!"

"I'll piss on it!" Alice snapped back at him.

Janey began to get the picture. They were intensely competitive, each wanting the lion's share of attention. But she remembered Mrs. Claymore's warning. They lie.

Bill kicked out of his pants. Janey saw his dark ball-sac, his nuts swollen. He had muscular legs with curly black hair. Gazing at his body, she felt her cunt throb.

Alice caressed her breasts and pussy. "We'll make sweet music together. Let the asshole watch."

Janey raised a hand to the girl's cheek, stroked it, then she turned to her.

The girl's tongue slid eagerly into her mouth.

"Fake!" Bill cried.

Alice smiled. But then she shivered, and the hand on Janey's breast clutched, squeezing it excitedly.

"I don't believe it." Bill stood with hands on hips, his jaw thrust out arrogantly. "I've seen you open a lot of guys' pants, Alice, but you never gave a sign of being lesbo."

"So I hid it," Alice murmured, then again tongued into Janey's mouth.

Janey felt herself turning on quite rapidly. She scrunched around in her chair, brought Alice to the side and slid a hand up under her ribbons to fondle those sleek, firm asscheeks.

Alice whispered, "I'm terribly anal."

Janey fingered down to the girl's anus. Pressing it made Alice's grip on Janey's tittie and pussy tighten, and her tongue flailed wildly about Janey's. The hot and pulsing asshole expanded, and the linger pressure continued until Janey's finger had sunk halfway in.

"Big show," Bill sneered. "Like the time you pissed in a bottle. And when Big Joe was drunk, you took out his cock and pulled him through the party, holding it, yelling for everybody to see Big Joe's handle."

"So lap my cunt," Alice snarled at him while lowering, impaling herself on Janey's finger, moaning with pleasure. "More, stick more up my asshole!"

"Let's see you lap Janey, if you want to prove something."

Janey guessed that the girl, screwing her ass now on the finger, had not even heard him. She was that close to a cum.

Janey decided to get her over the edge. She brought her other hand around to the front of her skirt, delved through to her hairy pussy and found her slit. The girl's clit stood out, fully turgid, a biggie. Janey tweaked it.

Alice shrieked. "Oh God, my ass – I'm cumming! Pull my clit and I'll go off!"

Janey massaged the slippery nubbin, then gave it a pull.

"AIE-eee!" Alice cried. "What a cum!"

"What a fake," her husband laughed.

But Janey knew, could feel the wrenching turmoil of the girl's insides, the violent surges, the asshole clenching harshly at her finger.

"Cum! Cum! My cunt! My ass! Cum!" Alice shrieked. "I'm on top! On top! On the peak and it's busting!"

And then she collapsed, spilled limply all over Janey.

Janey hugged her as the girl quivered and shook, trembling through the ebbing waves of orgasm.

At that moment the hall door opened.

Mr. Burt stepped into the room.

He was wearing his gold apron and he held a whip that was black-handled with a gold snapper about a foot long and an inch wide.

"I've seen all I can stand. The bitch needs discipline."

Bill stared at the whip. "But you see – I don't know – I mean, I didn't figure…"

"Trust me," Burt said, drawing the snapper through his fingers, eyes narrowed, smiling cruelly as he caressed the leather.

Janey guessed that Alice's orgasm had been so intense that she had passed out, for when Burt came and seized her arm the girl only stared blankly at him.

He yanked her to her feet and dragged her to the bed. "I should have chains, but we'll make do. She's a show-off cunt. But I'll fix her."

He twisted Alice's arm around behind her back, forcing her to kneel on the floor against the bed.

The golden whip sang, splatted loudly on Alice's right buttock, came away leaving a red weal.

She screamed in pain, tried to thrust away, but Burt twisted her arm behind her back, rendering her helpless.

Again he struck. A new red weal crossed the first one.

"Please!" Alice cried. "Please, I'll do anything!"

"No you won't, not until you get it on the other ass-cheek, and then you'll piss. When you piss, you're ready for instruction."

With two vicious snaps of the whip he laid an X on the other cheek.

Alice's screams rang out, mixed with pleas for him to stop.