Robert Taylor: Whipped bitch

"I'll see about it."

She was leaving when Mrs. Claymore said, "I will send Burt to apologize for letting that drunken woman whip you."

Janey nodded.

She went thoughtfully to the curving hall, followed it to her room. There she combed the wetness out of her hair and repaired her makeup. She felt her ass. Only the waist chain. In the mirror she saw that pussy hair fringed out the sides of her apron. She would have to snip a little off.

She heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said.

Burt. He entered, wearing his gold apron now. The red mark angling across his face from ear to jaw still showed. There was a small strip of adhesive on the cheekbone.

Eyes downcast, he stood there.

Janey faced him, chin high, bare-breasted, bare assed proud of having made apron.

"I treated you like ribbon because you were ribbon and I was supposed to. I didn't want to."

She crossed her arms under her breasts. "You have a cruel streak."

"I guess I have."

She waited.

At last he said, "Janey, I'm glad you made apron."

Then she saw his apron lift, saw the cock push outward. Twice she had sucked him hard. Because she was ribbon. Now the apron rose, hanging on his erection.

She stepped to him and slipped her hand under the golden flap and grasped his long cock. Hard, and hot enough to set her hand on fire.

"Let's let bygones be bygones, Burt."

He smiled sheepishly. Then his hands went to her tits and cupped them. He gently rubbed her stiffening nipples. "I think I treated you so badly because I had the hots for you. Like that first night, I took Barbara from you because I didn't like seeing you think she was queen shit. Jealous, I guess."

The cock in Janey's hand twitched as he spoke. "Maybe you and me could go somewhere tomorrow. If it's not raining. The beach?"

She studied his prick. "I'd like that, Burt."

"Okay. Or to the horse races? You like that? Mrs. Claymore owes you money. We'll bet on the horses, huh?"

She smiled, nodding.

"Well, Janey, I got to go back to tending bar."

"Not yet," Janey said.

He gulped. "You mean – after all I did to you-you want to…"

She gave his rigid cock a squeeze, then pinched the clasp holding the chain to his apron, and removed the garment.

"Take mine off," she said.

Still gulping, grinning, he unclasped hers and gazed at her pubes. "I dig a really hairy cunt," he said hoarsely.

Janey turned and went to her bed. She dropped on the bed, fingered her pussy as a final test. God, wide open and slushy, and after once pressing her swollen clit, she knew she wanted it now, right now!

She rolled over on her back, yanking her legs up and apart, hissing, "Burt! Mount me!"

Grinning, he wasted no time in climbing in between her legs, steering his long, big-headed cock into her cunt.

She felt the head of it sludging in. Slowly, gently, probing the pulsing heat of her pussy. She saw it angling downward from his pubic ruff, the long shaft veiled by her fluffy pussy hair. It shortened, and she grunted with pleasure as the meat slipped up into her belly.

She reached for him.

He came down on top of her, his cock still sinking in, came gently, hands on her cheeks, kissing her, still pushing in more of his long organ. Then his chest touched her nipples, and she felt the heat writhe through her and connect with the pulses in her cunt, which now butterflied about the hard cock within.

She wound her arms about his shoulders and held him.

"Could we sleep together tonight?"

She shook her head. "No. I'll sleep with Grace." He bit his lip. "Yeah. I guess I have no right, after how I treated you."

But Janey, in her forgiving mood, kissed his cheek. "Maybe you could come in for a while. And fuck both of us."

"No. I don't want to stick it into any other cunt. Just yours, Janey."

She smiled up at him, pleased, but she knew it was a lot of crap. This special relationship might last no longer than his had with Barbara. For the moment it would do, it had to, because she needed cock. Lesbianism did not satisfy her. Well, as an Apron Girl, she would have the freedom to establish a connection with a guy, Burt or another. She thought of the cop she had danced with, rubbing her belly on his horny cock. Maybe even him, now that she no longer had to fear the police.

But for the moment she had a cuntful of throbbing, hard, hot meat, and she was content.

Burt now lifted, beginning a stroke. Janey slid a hand down between them and fisted his slippery cock, so gloriously hard that she thought herself the luckiest girl at the Palm Cove.

She released it and the long prick slid up her hole and she moaned with joy. She crossed her legs over his back and dug her heels into his flesh.

"You want some good hard ones to get you a cum?"

His request made her orgasm run over. Yes, he had asked for her wishes! At last, she was truly apron!

And she took advantage of it. "No, just root around inside me. I'll pull off a cum, all by myself. Then you can start the real fucking."

Smiling, she closed her eyes and vised him into her arms and legs, pushed her cunt against his cock, hipped upward and found it, a hot turmoil like a wet explosion in her belly.

"I'm cum-ming!" she shrieked happily, squeezing her cunt on his loins.

"Cum, baby, cum!" Burt yelled.

And Janey pitched and tossed and screwed herself around and flung herself into the beautiful squishiness of orgasm.