Chapter 9
Janey had not thought she could cum under such conditions. Each time Barbara had lashed the woman, Janey had felt it herself, had felt her asshole twitch and a sudden urge to pee. But why did Mrs. Smith let herself be punished this way? And her husband, why did he submit to the lashes on his thigh? All this confused her and she had felt anything but horny when the woman first mouthed her pussy.
Now, the fires were spreading throughout her belly, which knotted and pulsed with rising orgasm.
"Fuck her harder," Barbara said.
"But she's tender inside. I don't want to hurt her cunt!"
"Clearly, you have not learned your lesson, Mr. Smith. Obedience is everything!"
As she spoke, she fisted the whip handle. Her arm drew back, far back, and she delivered the blow, grunting with the effort.
It rang on his ass like a gunshot.
Janey could feel it right through their bodies, as though he had driven in his cock so hard that it went through his wife, and her tongue stabbed like a rapier up her cunt.
It started her cum, a frenzied pulling in her belly, a scalding flood. Rising on tiptoes, she jerked through fuck movements, squashing her cunt on the woman's face, fucking her.
But it was Mrs. Smith who cried out. "I'm cum-ming!"
Her husband was fucking wildly, his loins loudly slapping her ass with each thrust.
"Honey, fuck me harder! Oh, darling, bang me with your big, beautiful cock! Ahh-hh, I'm coming all over, down to my toes, darling! You're making me cum!"
Barbara had folded her arms under her breasts, stood gazing severely at them.
Mr. Smith grunted. "God, what a hot cunt! Baby, I'm going to shoot my load. You ready for it?"
"Yes, now," his wife cried. "I'm still cum-ming, honey! Darling, give me your load!"
But Barbara intervened, slashing the man's buttocks with her whip. "In her mouth, Mr. Smith. She is going to suck you off."
"No!" the woman cried. "I won't do it. I want it shot up my hole!"
Exasperated, Barbara reached between his legs and seized his balls, pulled him out of his wife. "Obey my orders, Mr. Smith."
His cock was reddish purple, twitching stiffly, near to his cum. Seeing that he had no choice, he rushed around the horse. Janey, quivering through the last stages of orgasm, moved away. He poked his throbbing tool at his wife's mouth.
The whip cracked on her already inflamed ass.
Moaning in pain, she opened her mouth and let him shove the swollen cockhead in.
Janey watched with amazement as the woman gobbled his prick, taking more and more shank, sucking so hard that the outlines of the shaft showed in her cheeks.
He was fucking rapidly, rising on his tiptoes. "There -- my load -- now -- drink my cream!"
His wife was swallowing it, taking the head deeper in her throat.
Janey, backing to the wall, rubbed her pussy, squeezed it as her cunt quivered.
Mrs. Smith was sucking her husband dry.
When he at last pulled his cock out of her mouth, she sobbed, "Oh, darling, I loved it so! I came when you did."
He was tenderly stroking her cheek.
She turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand.
The Smiths left.
Barbara peeled off her gauntlets. "They were more difficult than usual."
The door opened and Mrs. Claymore entered, wearing a pale blue dress that clung sensuously to her curves.
She was smiling. "Well done, girls. Very nice indeed." She gave Barbara a hug. "Hurry back to your station. We have a rather large crowd tonight. I'll keep Janey here a moment."
Barbara went out.
"You obey orders nicely, Janey, and that's the first step. Second, techniques. Third, learn to judge the clients, and believe nothing they tell you. They're so repressed, the poor darlings. Buried under guilt feelings!"
She stood leaning on the black-leather horse. Smiling, she beckoned.
Janey came to her, into the arm that wound about her. Mrs. Claymore's other hand brushed down her belly. Fingers raked through her pubic hair, then closed on her pussy.
"Wet, Janey! You do cum with a gush. Now, tell me what you think of Mr. and Mrs. Smith."
Janey frowned. "I'm all confused. I mean, they paid money to get whipped."
"They don't see it that way. They need violence to break through their repression's, to them pain is an aphrodisiac. They think that our treatments can cure their hang-ups, and sometimes that does happen. More often, they become addicted to the whip."
Janey nodded. Once again the terribly deft hand on her cunt brought heat out of her. She edged closer to Mrs. Claymore.
The woman laughed. "You do like that, Janey. You have such a sensitive pussy."
Janey squirmed. "You do things -- your fingers, moving in and out of my cunt."
"A mere technique, precious. I'll teach you. Now, any questions about Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"
Janey held her tongue, fearing a trap.
"Go ahead, precious. The rules are off for the moment."
"I was wondering if she has a girl lover."
"Goodness, no. That's why she's here. She's much too uptight for that. But she may, through our treatments, break through the block. Which will either cure the problem with her husband -- or she may leave him for the girl friend. We are like doctors -- neither of us is quite sure how it will turn out. Like doctors, we know that a cure will end our income from them." She smiled. "So we suffer from divided goals."
Janey nodded. It all seemed to add up. "At first I thought they were pretending. That it's like actors performing roles."
"Oh, yes. That's part of it, and that's why we dress you in leather. You're the scenic background, setting the mood for the performance. Incidentally these whips are less painful than the ribbon-gift ones. Those welts on Mrs. Smith's ass will be gone in a few hours. Though, sitting will be painful during that time. And that is important."
To Janey, it all seemed strange, but she accepted it, especially since the fingers on her pussy were so sure, knowing, calming while they heated her.
"I was, of course, watching through a one-way window. You looked so lovely in black, precious, your pink and white and blonde coloring! Your luscious breasts!" She squeezed Janey's pussy-lips once more, then raised her hand to Janey's nipples and tweaked them, drawing them out to jutting pegs. She bent and kissed one. "In fact, watching you, I became so hot that I could peak in a few seconds. Precious, would you, lap me through a cum?"
Janey was surprised. But she had no time to think about it, for Mrs. Claymore climbed onto the horse, hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. No panties. A massive blonde fluff. Bleached, Janey thought, dropping to her knees between the woman's legs.
Fingers combed into her hair, bringing her directly into the hairy cleft. She licked eagerly, breathing deeply of the heady smell of pussy.
She captured the erect, slippery clit in her lips.
"Ah-hh!" Mrs. Claymore cried. "Precious, suck it! Oh, I'll cum in another second!"
Janey wondered at how quickly she had taken to giving head without losing her love for meat up her cunt. Last night Mr. Burt's cock had thrilled her until Barbara seduced him away. Somehow, everything here at Palm Cove rotated around sex, and she seemed extremely adaptable. In fact, despite her shock, the whipping of Mr. and Mrs. Smith seemed to have aroused her, and now, kneeling and lapping the blonde woman she slipped a hand down her belly and began massaging her own pussy.
"Now up my cunt," Mrs. Claymore said, her voice hoarse.
Janey licked into the pulsing orifice.
"There! Oh-hh, it's scalding inside! Yes, lap me, my precious Janey. Sweetheart, I'm ashamed, I should be sucking your darling cunt, so selfish of me. Why don't you finger-fuck yourself?"
"I am," Janey panted.
"Oh, that's good. Tell me when, then we'll climax together. I'd go down on you, but I don't dare move an inch, my cum is just hanging there waiting for you to give me the word. I can taste it, taste my cum like a hot pink bubble right where I can poke my tongue through it..."
Janey spread her legs wide and stuck two fingers up her fuck-hole, wagged them wildly.
"Suck my juice! Oh, yes, you are the sweetest cunt-sucker I know, precious... I love you, love you, darling Janey."
Then Janey's orgasm boiled.
"My cum!" she cried, licking furiously at the woman's cunt.
"Ahh-hh!" Mrs. Claymore shrieked. "Ah-hh, Janey, I'm cum-ming!"
Her hips were jerking wildly, thrusting her gaping wet split at Janey's face.
Janey thumbed her own clit just once and slid over the edge, gushing through her flaming, melting, oozing orgasm.