Robert Taylor - Whipped bitch

When his nuts nestled into her ass crack, Janey knew she had all the cock she could hold.

"Okay?" Bill asked.

"Oh boy, is it okay!" Janey gasped. She managed a smile.

Watching the ceiling mirror again, she saw Bill's torso lower to hers, concealing her body except for her legs, drawn back frog-style, and arms flung out. And her face having her belly full of a wonderful fat cock.

"I can't cum!" Alice moaned.

Janey smiled up at herself, confident that her cum would begin as soon as Bill started fucking.

But he held off after squirming a bit to settle his prick firmly in her cunt.

She watched his hard-looking ass. She saw her ribbons strewn about her hips.

I should have pulled the skirt up to my tits, she thought. He might cock-shove a ribbon up my hole! She giggled at the though, then frowned, wondering how that slithering silk would feel in there along with Bill's horny prick.

"I just can't cum-m-m!" Alice groaned.

"Tough shit," Burt said, working in and out of her asshole. Red-faced now, he was close to shooting off from the tightness of the squeeze.

Janey whispered in Bill's ear, "Tell him to use her cunt."

Bill raised up. "Burt, she's learned her lesson. Turn her over, huh?"

Burt shrugged. "What the fuck, I better before she skins my prick. That's the tightest asshole I ever buggered." He backed out, drawing out his livid tool. He grabbed Alice's knee and hurled her over as roughly as he would a Ribbon Girl, knocking her legs wide apart.

The girl's cunt was a crimson oval. From the upper part protruded her glistening big clit. The hair rimming her gash was dark with wetness. Janey did not know how the girl could have gushed that much without cum-ming. But maybe she had.

Then Bill's ass lifted, drawing cock from the squishy clutch of Janey's cunt.

At the same moment Burt grabbed Alice's hips and yanked her to him, thrusting his long cock right up her hole.

Alice went wild. She screeched and her legs flung together, gripping, her heels hammering Burt's back. Her hands clawed at his shoulders and her head swung about, flinging her hair in every direction.

"OOO-oo OWW-www!" she howled, gripping him and arching to grind her cunt at his loins, holding the arch as her hips fuck-jerked, making her ribbons fling about. "It's all there – it's dynamite! Oh Christ, there goes my cunt!"

Bill had paused, his cock half out of Janey. "Go, honey, go!"

"You too!" Alice shrieked at him. "Fuck her, fuck Janey! I want to see you fucking her! Oh darling, bang her good!"

His cockhead sludged powerfully up Janey's vagina. Gasping, she braced her heels on his back and tried to catch his rhythm, quickly jerking her hips. But his thrusting became a blur tuned to the urgency of his wife's orgasm rather than Janey's responses.

Janey knew that in his heart it was his wife he was fucking, that he loved her, and yes, Alice knew it. She was smiling, pleased, as she writhed through her orgasm on Burt's plunging cock.

Burt's back was arched and he pulled at Alice's shoulders, straining as though to lift the floor under him, neck muscles drawn to taut ropes, face flaming as he delivered.

"There!" he yelled, smashing it in and holding fast as his load shot up Alice's hole.

Janey guessed that the girl had made one cum and now, more slowly, with grunts and powerful lifts of her hips, was churning through another.

Janey's orgasm came slowly. She no longer tried to match Bill's fuck-strokes. She simply clung to him and let herself be shaken to jelly, firmly locked with his fine, strong body, occasionally pulling a cunt-suck on the fat tool inside her.

Like a flower opening, her cunt seemed to spread, absorbing his lunging organ.

The core of her cum was a liking for Bill. It saddened her to think she might not see him again. And, too, he kept glancing warmly at his wife.

I'm only a substitute, Janey thought. Still, I'm flattered that he's making Alice jealous by fucking me.

Her cum became a warm flowing that made her smile. The tension of rising to the peak had dissolved. She was up there, wallowing in it as Bill stiffened and plunged piston-hard. His eyes bulged and he raised up off her, straining, driving his cock in and holding it there as his spew flew up Janey's hole.

"Ooo-ooh!" she moaned. "Bill, give me more…"

She felt his cream spurt, again and again, swelling her vagina as she eased downhill clinging rather feebly to his hard body.

Then Bill collapsed, and she held him to her bosom, glorying in the last spewing throbs of his fat cock.

They were gone. First Burt, swaggering out. Then Bill and Alice, dressed again, leaving with arms about each other, he kissing her cheek. It was like they had gotten something out of their systems and would go back to their hotel and make love all night long.

Janey felt good. In the bathroom she got the douche and squatted on the toilet to squirt it up her vagina and wash out Bill's cum.

She found a twenty-dollar bill on the drink tray. Her tip. She crinkled the money in her fingers, thinking of her hunger when hitchhiking, and how much twenty dollars would have helped her. Probably she would have bought a bus ticket and Orvil would not have found her hitchhiking in the rain.

She glanced at the one-way windows. Anyone could be in the hall watching her fondle the money, which she must give to her Apron Girl.

She headed out.

In the hall Burt sprang toward her and snatched away the twenty dollars. He tucked it into the little pocket in his apron. "I'll take care of this."

He towered over her, threatening, his green eyes like ice.

"I'm to give it to Miss Barbara."

He showed her the whip. "You tell her about it, I'll cut your ass bloody!"

He strode away toward the club.

Janey walked slowly, undecided, shivering with fear. The thought of the whip made her buttocks lighten. Not tell Barbara? But then Burt would know he could get away with it, would take her lips and finally they would accuse her of holding out money.

Back at Barbara's station, she debated it. The club was crowded now, both ribbons and aprons rushing about to serve the guests. Burt had taken his bartending post. His green eyes glinted a warning at Janey.

But at last, she thought, the system is my only protection. I'll have to take my chances with Burt.

She told Barbara.

The Apron Girl's dark velvety eyes narrow and her nostrils flared. Then she turned on Janey.

"Who would take the word of a Ribbon Girl over an apron?"

Chin high, Janey met her gaze. "I told you the truth."

Unable to stare her down, Barbara hesitated, then went slowly over to the bar and spoke to Burt. He looked over her shoulder at Janey, looked daggers of hatred at her. And she thought that if Bill and Alice were here – they'd say that they left the tip for her. But she had not seen them in the club, though she had looked long and searchingly.

Barbara returned. She said nothing and Janey was, of course, forbidden to ask. But during the next hour the Apron Girl kept glancing sharply at Burt – her lover. She looked hurt, Janey thought.

When Mrs. Claymore came in, she and Barbara drew into the corner and whispered together. Then she left.

At midnight their shift ended. Barbara said, "Follow me, Janey."

They went to the room with the patent-leather horse. There Mrs. Claymore stood with arms crossed under her breasts, a gold whip dangling from one hand. Beside her was the Oriental, Akito, in his black shirt and leotard. And Burt, wearing his apron now, red-faced and defiant.

Mrs. Claymore said, "Bill Smith always leaves a tip."

"So he forgot this time!" Burt snarled.

Mrs. Claymore was pale with anger. Seeing Janey, she smiled, her features softening. She gazed at Janey's breasts, licked her lips.