Robert Taylor: Whipped bitch

Janey returned, gazing at Barbara's sleek vulva, wondering if she should kneel. "Darling, lie as before, head on my lap. I want to explain some things to you."

Janey curled up on the bed, head on those sleek, warm brown thighs, gazing at the plump cunt-mound, her nostrils wrinkling as the scent of pussy, stronger now, became as exciting as wine.

A caressing hand slipped under the ribbons and roved her breast, the touch so gentle, so sweet, that Janey knew she was back in her mistress's good graces.

"Sweetheart, I know that you love me, and you'll do your best to obey. Then I'll be able to love you back. Not as an equal, of course. As I might a puppy dog, or a kitty. Yes, as my own sweet darling pussy." Barbara moved her hand down Janey's body and patted her crotch.

Janey spread her legs to receive the caress, became thrilled when Barbara gave her cunt-lips a little squeeze.

"That," her lover said, "is my pussy to dispose of. Nobody touches it without my permission. Or, of course, Mrs. Claymore."

Janey shivered. "The bartender, he became angry when I called him Burt and didn't say Mr.. But I didn't know!"

"He will not whip you unless I allow it. Of course you didn't know! But do be careful with him because if he does whip you, hell leave terrible welts, probably make your ass bleed. Only if he proves you've misbehaved, of course."

Relieved, Janey placed a kiss on Barbara's clit.

Yes, Barbara would protect her! She had only to obey. Gazing at the clit, she tongued it. Oh, she wanted to get down lower where that scent came from. It was driving her wild! But she must not demand.

Daringly, Janey extended her tongue down the cuntal crease and tasted the ooze. Salty, tangy, exciting!

Barbara's thigh spread. Janey's mouth closed on fleshy upper cunt-lips and tugged.

"You horny thing!" Barbara laughed, favoring Janey with a flat-handed rub on her hairy twat. "You are so eager. Well, go down on your knees and eat me."

Janey scrambled to the floor and thrust in between her mistress' spread legs. Shouldering Barbara's thighs, Janey kissed the satiny inner surfaces while eyeing her ovaled, hairless lips. Even they were suntanned. At the top, in the notch, rose the largest clitoris she had ever seen. Janey teased it with her tonguetip and it bulged, firmed, almost like a nipple, but so slick that it was utterly uncontrollable. Her tongue licked it with rapid flicks, tasting the delicious fluids.

Finally Janey managed to close her lips on it, to suck it in firmly.

But then Barbara, moaning, squirmed in ecstasy and she lost it!

"Ohh-hh, Janey! You'll pull my clit right off!"

"It keeps escaping," Janey said, giggling with excitement as she sucked on the elusive clit.

"Honey, oh darling, that's so good! I'll have you lap me every night."

"I want to," Janey murmured, again capturing it, sucking rather hard while clinging to her lover's thighs to keep her squirms from yanking away the dainty tidbit.

"Janey, do you love me, sweetheart?"

"I'll show you how much," Janey gasped, swabbing the oily clit with the flat of her tongue, then nuzzling downward, licking over the firmness of the pisshole, then the slippery, wobbly inner labia.

"Oh, yes, my kitten, my own little pussy, you do love me, I can feel it the way you are sucking my cunt, my pussycat love!"

Barbara's hole was gaping, a red ring with glistening darkness within, where Janey sent her tongue twirling, fluttering, wagging. Then she felt Barbara's hands on her neck, pulling her in, squeezing her face into Barbara's cunt.

"I'll cum!" the girl shrieked. "Oh, spin it around my hole like that, sweetheart, around the walls. My God, it's better than any cock, it's so tantalizing! Now drink my juices, pussycat, suck my cunt!"

Janey forced her yawning mouth to surround the hairless lips and drew in the entire lower vulva, while stretching her tongue out. She began to suck, swallowing sex liquids.

"Aggh-hhh!" her mistress cried, yanking at her neck, drawing her in. "You darling, oh I don't want to whip you my pussycat, but don't misbehave, be good and obedient. Oh, now, I'm cum-ming! Yes! Drink my juice, suck me dry!" Then, wrenching about, shoving her cunt at Janey's face, she groaned, "But I do want to whip you, so you'll love me. Yes, I want to whip you!"

Her heels were braced on Janey's back. She began humping, strong fuck thrusts, each seeming to spill a new flood of juice into Janey's mouth.

"Cum-ming!" she moaned. "Yes, you'll go down on me every night, pussycat. Oh, it is so glorious to cum like this! Now! Now! Now!"

With that she humped once more, heels digging frantically at Janey's back.

Then she collapsed and lay flaccid, panting.

Janey found herself equally exhausted. But she could not leave the lovely, shaven pussy. She continued licking slowly, letting her mistress slip gently down from the peak of her orgasm.

She still knelt there, kissing the slippery little man and then lapping juices, when she heard chimes ring.

Groaning, Barbara raised on her elbows. "Who is it?"

A hoarse male voice. "Burt. Mrs. Claymore sent me."

Barbara sighed deeply. "Come in, then."

Janey began to rise up to look, but Barbara pressed her back down between her legs.

She heard him say, "You got wine, huh?"

"Take some, Burt."

Janey wound her arms around her lover's thighs and clung, face in her cunt, afraid now. Why was Burt here? To whip her?

"You're off duty?" Barbara asked. "When I get done here."

"Burt, there's no need."

"What Mrs. Claymore says."

"Look, I assure you everything will be perfect."

She stroked Janey's head. "I mean, as Mrs. Claymore herself knows, Janey has a delightful cunt. And as to her willingness, her obedience, I've never had a Ribbon Girl come along so quickly."

"Orders are orders."

"Burt, I really don't want to be interrupted. She's been giving me the most beautiful lapping. I want to cum a few more times before I go to bed."

"This is fucking good wine," he said. "Hey listen, your new cunt there snotted off at me tonight."

"She told me. She's sorry, didn't know you were apron."

"I ought to give her a couple of good cuts just the same."

"If you do, I'll lay a whiplash on your mouth!" Janey hugged Barbara and nuzzled deeper into the soft wetness of her pussy. But, at last, curiosity made her twist around to see him.

He stood up by the table drinking wine. Instead of black leotards he wore an apron, hanging like Barbara's from a gold waist chain.

He was grinning. His green eyes glinted devilishly, and in fear Janey hugged her mistress harder.

"Mrs. Claymore told me to fuck her. So I'm going."

He dropped a hand to the catch at the corner of his gold apron and fucked the catch. He tore it away and threw it on the table, revealing the longest limp cock Janey could have ever imagined. It seemed to hang halfway to his knee, though the skin was wrinkled and only the pink tip of the head showed beyond the enveloping foreskin.

Sipping at his wine glass, he came toward him, the dangling cock swaying.

"Orders," he said.

"Well, I'm annoyed," Barbara told him. "This disrupts everything. It takes me a while to get in the mood for head. I've had just one cum, that's all. One delicious cum." Barbara caressed Janey's cheek and pressed her inward.

"You know it's standard for me to fuck new cunts, find out if they're a good piece of ass. You want to complain, go see Mrs. Claymore."

"No. It's ruined anyway. And you're right, Janey has to be tested. But it is a pain in the ass and I'll tell her that tomorrow."

He shrugged. "Hey, Ribbon Girl, go get me a refill."

Barbara went rigid. "Get your own, you cocksucker! You don't give orders to my Ribbon Girl!"

He laughed. "Shit, the way you're taking on she must be the best cunt lapper in the place, outside of Mrs. Claymore." He went off to the table, his stride arrogant. He refilled his glass and drink it down in a gulp.