Chapter 5
"Bring the decanter. I'll have more wine," Miss Barbara said.
Janey took her empty glass back to the table with the decanter. Then she began pulling the ribbon skirt down into position.
"No," her mistress said. "Leave it up. I want to study your pubic hair. There's too much of it. And yet, some clients are turned on by that. I'll have to think it over..."
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.
Then he grasped his cock. Inches of it hung limply over his knuckles. He chuckled. "It's soft. She'll have to suck it hard."
"Of course," Barbara said.
Tears streamed down Janey's cheeks. She would rather take another whipping!
Barbara had forced her away and Burt came toward her, his soft meat tossing about with his stride. His body was almost hairless, though his pubic ruff was a thick, yellow mass. Handsome, yes, but those lips were somehow cruel, and so too the green glint of his eyes.
He stopped, his cockhead inches from her face.
She had never sucked one. Petey used to beg her to. She had loved playing with Petey's tool, had let him place it between her breasts, which she would squeeze in on it, loving that. But suck it?
"Come on," he grunted. "I haven't got all night to waste here."
"Yes, hurry up," Barbara added.
Janey was gagging at the thought of it. She fingered his cock. Loose skin. She tried to peel the foreskin back from the head but it was too snug.
He laughed. "The head will grow out in your mouth."
"Go ahead, darling," Barbara said. "You've been very obedient. I don't want to have to whip you again."
Janey closed her eyes and brought the boy's cockhead to her lips. She stuffed it in. Her stomach heaved. She fought it down, eyes watering, gave a quick suck.
She felt his hands seize her hair, and twist. "Go on, cunt, suck my meat!"
She did it, oh she did it, stuffed more limp cock into her mouth, gagging on it, fighting her heaving stomach. She closed her hands on the length of his prick, listing tightly.
"That's more like it," he grunted.
And then it began to stiffen, growing turgid, alive in her hands and her mouth. A change came over her. How often had she massaged Petey's limp prick, and those of other boys, and thrilled when blood surged into them and they hardened!
Like that. It was real meat now, real cock, and in her mouth the slick head began to bulge, shedding the foreskin. It was firm enough that she could set her teeth against the skin, forcing it back, get more cock-head, growing as big as a plum, into her mouth.
She was suddenly excited. She grasped his scrotum and joggled his testicles in her hand.
He gasped. "Hey, Barbara, this cunt could make a blowjob artist, you know?"
"I told you she's a hot piece. But you wouldn't listen. You still had to test."
Slowly the foreskin drew back, and Janey licked the plushy head that filled her mouth, while squeezing the shank and toying with his nuts.
"Honey baby," Barbara said. "You look as though you enjoy sucking Burt's tool."
"Yes!" she gasped out of the corner of her mouth, wondering why she had shied away from this. Oh, she hated Burt, feared him, but she had a cock and balls in her possession, completely hers to suck and jerk off, to excite. It stood out before her, the skin smooth, so terribly long, as though a foot of cock extended from her mouth.
And his nuts, she wanted to mouth them too.
But not until she was denied this fat, delicious, slippery head, which she curled her tongue around between long, hard sucks.
"Shit," Burt said. "This is so good I might just let her blow me all the way."
"You came here to fuck her," Barbara snapped.
"Yeah. You're right."
He yanked his cock out of Janey's mouth.
It stood before her face, the head angry red, the shank a long, long up curve.
She plunged to it, mouth yawning, hot now to suck it.
But Burt shoved her away.