Robert Taylor - Whipped bitch

"No, wait. I want to talk…"

"Such a big, thick nipple!"

"Shut up, my dearest cunt. Listen. I was thinking, before, that it must have been sunshiny today. Almost none of the clients wore a coat. Well, the coats are hung there on the way to the rest rooms and telephone, right? And lots of times we help clients off with their coats. Huh?"

Grace nibbled her nipple. "Darling pussy, you're planning a way out of here, but it doesn't work."

"On a rainy night people would be in and out of that cloakroom hall. If things were busy, all we'd have to do is help some clients take their coats off, carry the coats in and hang them up, pick out women's raincoats – maybe hats too – of the right size, put them on and walk out the front door!"

Grace shivered. "Into the rain. No money."

"There's tip money."

"You know how dangerous it is to steal tip money. I heard how Burt got whipped tonight. That prick! I'm glad. Hey, sweet pussy, I'd rather suck your titties than talk!"

"But if we have thirty, forty dollars. Raincoats…"

"In five minutes the police patrol cars would be hunting you. Maybe the sheriffs people too. And Orvil. Look, honey, it's not so bad. Especially if we can arrange our free time together."

But Janey was thinking of Burt, of how he would hurt her if he got a chance. If she had closed-room work with him – like tonight the way he had whipped Alice – he liked whipping, maybe as much as Akito, who got his erections from it.

Grace had sucked her breast tip and was drawing slowly, pulling sweet thrills right up from her belly. Janey stroked the girl's head. What would it be like outside in sunshine? Palm trees tilted out over a white sandy beach, a placid sea, bluer than blue, sending feeble waves to collapse into foam!

Grace took the breast with both hands, squeezed it as she licked the big, reddening cap.

She paused. "You don't love me."

Smiling, Janey bent down and pushed the girl's hair aside to kiss the soft, warm, nape of her neck.

"Silly Grace twat," she murmured. "Come up here so I can kiss your titties."

Smiling broadly, Grace raised up, cupped a hand under her breast and brought it to Janey's mouth.

She teased the little nipple with her tongue, then sucked, slowly advancing, taking in more until her mouth was full of tit and Grace whimpered with desire. Janey felt down her smooth belly to the tuft of her mound hair, then invaded the plump lips of her pussy. Wet. Slippery, as though coated with honey. Wanting to get at it, she nuzzled down the girl's belly and breathed the tangy scent of her crotch.

"I want yours too," Grace said, twisting about, both of them moving faster, urgently now, until they faced opposite directions and Janey was kissing her lover's spreading thighs. A leg jacked up. On her side, resting her head on Grace's thigh, she kissed her seething slit.

At that moment a tongue speared right into her own vagina.

"Oh-hh!" she gasped. "Gracie twat, honey, you're licking me, oh-hh – not so fast!"

"I told you I'm horny. Gosh, but your cunt is hairy!"

Grace's own hair was slight, a furry downiness on Janey's cheeks as she burrowed into the girl's crotch.

Slowly she lapped the prominent clit.

Gracie, obviously on fire now, spun her tongue around the rim of Janey's fuckhole.

"How gushy!" she cried. "You wet cunt, do you love me, wet cunt?"

Giggling, Janey lipped the firming clit, pulling it.

"That much."

"Love me more, harder!"

Janey sucked it and began a nodding action, tugging the clit.

Curiously, while warm and happy, and thoroughly enjoying it, Janey was not caught up by urgency, even doubted that she would cum.

But Grace, so hot that the steamy flesh Janey licked quivered like jelly, had other ideas. Grunting, she twisted, threw a leg across and pushed at Janey's hip, forcing her over on her back. Her elbows cut the undersides of Janey's thighs making her draw them back and apart, frog style, opening her cunt.

Grace's face plunged into it.

Underneath now, licking upward at her lover's swollen coral-colored clitoris, feeling Grace's tongue slash back and forth in her cunt, Janey realized that the evening had been passionless compared to this. She crossed her legs on Grace's shoulders, locked her ankles to lever upward and fill her hole with Grace's fluttering, lashing tongue.

She cried out as sucking lips seemed to reach into her cunt, drawing at it while tongue swung in circles about the walls of the sheath.

Straining now, she began to brace her locked ankles on the girl's back and forcing her quivering cunt up to the flailing tongue. Such a tease! She needed cock in there, Bill's fat organ, powerful thrusts on which she could clench her vaginal muscles and haul herself into orgasm.

But the delicacy of this was a torment that made her cry out in joyful anguish. She seized Grace's ass-cheeks and dug in her fingertips, wrenched them while mouthing luscious pussy, gave a ferocious upward heave of her lower body and felt her belly spasm. The eruption scalded the slithering tissues of her hole, drew them in on Grace's tongue.

She was peaking. "There, I'm cum-ming, Grace, I'm…"

"Cum hard, sweetie pie. Such hot honey, I have a mouthful of it!"

The heat in Janey's belly burst as she writhed and tossed, strained to expel the slippery, wobbly, formless turmoil within her.

She collapsed, lay weakly sucking her lover's clitoris.

"Baby darling," Grace gasped, panting into Janey's cunt.

The end of loneliness, two against their world; thus it seemed in the morning when they showered together, laughing under the spray, hugging soap-slippery bodies, so keyed to each other that when Grace fingered Janey's clit she quickly had a cum.

They breakfasted in the lounge off the pool and had a swim.

Gazing at the fake blue sky above – which Gracie had said was the same at night – Janey did yearn for fresh air, a run on the beach, a tussle with ocean waves.

But then Grace came up behind her, a hand rising between her thighs to her crotch. She twined her arm about the girl, happy, forgetting the outside world except for the memory in the back of her mind of howling wind and thrashing rain.

In the afternoon they were curled up together on a couch in the lounge, watching TV, when Mrs. Claymore appeared.

She smiled, bent and gave them each a kiss. Seeing that Grace's hand was under Janey's ribbons, caressing her pussy, she, too, gave it a pat.

"You two make me so happy!" she said. "Poor Barbara is broken hearted over Burt's stealing that money… which was really hers. Men are such pricks, darlings. In this cruel world the lesbian way is our salvation!"

That evening Janey was relieved to see that Burt was not behind the bar. And the night went well.

First, an easy discipline case, a wife complaining that her husband had beaten her, which was a lie, Janey decided. The man submitted to chains on the black horse, and after Barbara had laid two stripes on his buttocks, the woman screamed and flung herself on him, begging to take his place. This was done, and on her fifth lash the woman wrenched into violent orgasm. Clearly she had wanted punishment, had wished for her husband to beat her, but he had not.

Janey's second closed-room session proved more puzzling.

This involved a married couple and a man the husband had accused of being his wife's lover. He seemed angry. But where were the three vacationing together? The husband wanted her punished for her infidelity. The woman screamed and fought her chains, requiring not only Janey and Barbara but the two men to handcuff her onto the horse.

As Barbara lashed the woman, her supposed lover became wildly excited, his erection so huge that he opened his pants to let it stand freely. The husband's organ was equally charged, but when Barbara ordered him to fuck his wife, to assert his ownership in the lover's presence, his hard-on wilted.