2 comments/ 11896 views/ 1 favorites Robert and Kayla Ch. 03 By: chloejacobs83 I. "Well she's a pretty little slut. I'll give her that." My head snapped back and almost hit Robert in the balls. I swear. He chucked the side of my head to correct me and I slid down lower away from his jewels. But I might have actually smiled then for the first time in about 3 hours. Jevon had called me "pretty" and a "slut" -- and I was so surprised and happy at that that I nearly destroyed Robert's manhood. At the time of the comment I was seated on the floor nude between Robert's spread legs. He was on the couch and had put his boxers back on -- cool white silk boxers that contrasted nicely with his coal black skin. Jevon was at the other end of the couch, still naked, with Beth seated between his thighs in the same position I had for Robert. I don't know if Jevon saw me flinch, but Beth did and I could see her smile and almost begin to laugh at the sight. I looked closely at her for the first time since our recent business ended, but I'll tell you about that business later. For now I was just looking in stunned belief at this girl again, the slut! Jevon had called me "pretty" but the only word I could think of for Beth was "stunning." Even with streaks of dried cum on her face and tits and belly and thighs and ass (although I couldn't see that just then) she had to be the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in person, let alone seen from every obscene angle you could imagine. I was so envious of her --and felt slightly pissed at Robert for bringing me into a situation where in some ways I had to compete with her. Because she's everything I'm not -- petite (I'm just shy of tall for a girl), blonde (dark hair for me), gorgeous tits (a gravity defying C cup at least, and mine are barely a B), small pretty pink nipples (mine are nice, but a dark wine color),beautiful face with fine features, pouty lips, and a daintily pointed small nose (whereas I'm more the plain girl type, nothing horrible but not particularly arresting), trim belly with a discreetly jeweled belly button (mine is unadorned), a beautiful cunt with soft fine blonde hairs nicely trimmed (mine is dark but at the moment shaved.) Her smile, naturally, was beautiful, her teeth perfectly white and even, just like her body. So I was feeling pretty insecure the minute I met her earlier that day, and wasn't sure that she hadn't been laughing at me the entire time we slutted together for the two men. But I'll tell you what made my head snap then. It wasn't just being called "pretty." Over the previous 20 minutes or so -- or more or less directly after we had all finished sex and Beth and I had served everyone drinks in our cool-down period -- Jevon had blasted a critique at Robert of basically everything about me. My looks, my body, my performance, my obedience, my tits, my cunt. Everything. It started with my mouth. Apparently I had no idea how to give head. "She's really a terrible cocksucker," he had begun. I felt like I got hit by a train. I had been feeling like things went really well, not that I had any point of comparison but everyone in the room had gotten off multiple times and I thought I'd done every slutty thing Jevon had demanded all afternoon. And here was my review: not "average", not "inexperienced", not "bad", but "terrible." I immediately had felt the bile rise in my throat -- partly because he didn't like me, partly because I thought it was an awfully rude thing to say, and partly because I felt bad for Robert and all the work he had put in on getting me to suck him off correctly. I realized my fair Irish skin was going to blotch up with red all over. You can't have any idea of the shame a girl feels when she's trying to please and is humiliated that way. And in front of Beth too! Robert was silent as Jevon went on. "I blasted her throat and she drooled half of it down on the seat; made the slut lick it up but it's still sticky here." His right hand slid over the leather cushions between the two men while the left continued to twirl Beth's hair as she sat submissively beneath him. "Her throat needs to be opened up. Plus she's got no idea how to use her hands when she gives head. She don't pump it, don't slide up it, don't do nothing with them. My nuts and asshole were right there for her to service while she was sucking but .... Nothing." And I felt the red heat spread from my belly up over my tits. I was sure Beth would be getting a big laugh out of that one too. "Her mouth is still too small. I can fix it but right now... And her concentration is an issue, just like you said it would be." Damn that Robert for telling him, and damn Jevon for humiliating me yet again. Why not just call me a total loser as a slut? And then he did: "She's just not much as a slut." "When I fucked her she was like a rag doll. I guess she's OK on top, but when I bent her over to fuck her from behind she was sliding all over the place, and falling down. No push back, you know? No stamina for the fuck. I need a girl who can fuck back when I fuck her." He had pronounced it 'stam-in-a' and I would have laughed at that if it hadn't been my 'stam-in-a' that was on trial. "Even on her back she slides around and you can't nail the pussy right. I mean Beth weighs less than her I bet and yet she can take the pounding in any position. She needs to work some muscles and stay in place to get fucked. " Again Robert said nothing. I felt like I might be sick. I looked over at Beth but by now she was zoned out looking up towards the ceiling with her head resting on Jevon's thigh and the head of his cock snaked down resting on her chin. Now my face and neck were hot. I glanced down and saw the red blotches on my tits. "She's slow to obey. When I got her blowing me I told her what I wanted next -- cunt. But she kept blowing me looking up like a stupid college girl. Didn't you ever train her to swap her mouth to her cunt when you command? That's probably just training, I guess. But if a slut is natural she knows when she hears the word "cunt" to present it, and this girl doesn't." He paused. "So yeah I finished in her mouth and throat but like I said she missed most of the cum." But that was so unfair. It wasn't a lack of obedience! I just figured he was calling me 'cunt' while I sucked him off. How was I supposed to know it was a command to present my pussy? And I certainly did not miss most of his cum; there were only a few streaks on my chin and tits at the end, and what felt like 12 ounces of sperm in my belly. "I didn't even bother to try her ass. I mean if she can't keep her position when being fucked in the cunt from behind, there's no way she can hold her own with my dick up her asshole." I was still pissed off. But it was true that Robert had never trained me for anal. My head was swimming. I didn't so much feel sick to my stomach then as that I might just pass out. I wanted to speak out. Or have Robert speak out. Or anything to stop this. But it wasn't my place and I knew that despite the shame I was feeling I had to sit there quietly and take it. Take it and hope for some miracle to save me, and to save my relationship with Robert. I was beginning to realize that Robert was not going to speak up either. It had become clear even before then that Jevon was the top man in the room. The thought of that made me angry, sick and hot again all over. But Jevon marched on. Just as he was starting up again with a critique of my tits and nipples, both of which he found too small, the cell phone on the dining room table opposite our position went off. Beth looked up at Jevon and he nodded, yes she should answer. We were silent while Beth hopped up and gracefully -- or as gracefully as a nude slut can -- walked over and got the phone before the 3rd ring. I was temporarily transfixed by the gentle sway of her ass as she walked, and I'm sure the gentlemen were too. Her conversation went: "Yes.....Yes....OK wait." She looked at Jevon and asked "Do we need him tonight?" Jevon gave a brief shake of the head 'No'. Beth went back on the line" "No, nothing more tonight....I think I'll be here all night....Yes, I'll call if he needs you....Yes....OK, goodbye." She snapped it shut and walked back to her position, her expression a blank and her tits bouncing just a tiny bit, making them look more perfect than I could even have imagined. Jevon played with her nipples and inserted a thick middle finger in her cunt before letting her sit again. Then he popped the finger into her mouth to let her suck while he went on. He had turned towards Robert and said "That was Jack." They both laughed and took a swirl of the expensive scotch we had served 10 minutes earlier. "I just think her tits are too small to use. Not the slut's fault, but you know she kinda looks like a boy from the side. Have you even tried fucking those tits?" They both laughed again at this one and I thought now I will pass out for good. I glanced at Beth. But this time she gave me a sympathetic look and silently mouthed the words "They're fine." I could have kissed her then. I could have kissed her for having one human reaction, for her being nice to me when no one else would be. "And she doesn't know much about eating pussy either. I mean Beth always gets off easy with a slut's mouth down on her cunt -- but it was taking forever." This time Robert did interject. "Well it was her first time." "Oh? First time eating vaj? You didn't tell me. So OK but obviously she's gotta learn how to eat out a girl, to take all the sperm out of her cunt and get her off at the same time. But at least that explains why she looked so uncomfortable when Beth was eating her. First time getting eaten herself too?" Robert must have nodded because I didn't hear any answer and Jevon moved off the subject of my lesbo skills, or the lack thereof. There was a long pause as the men drank some more. Then "But she's a pretty little slut. I'll give her that." Robert finally spoke up. "She is." Pause. "So what do you want to do with her?" And I freaked out all over again. I wasn't aware that they were going to "do" anything with me -- at least not anything other than the sex things I'd been doing all evening. And it hit me for the first time. What do men do with sluts that disappoint them? Kill them? Whip them? Abandon them? Sell them into prostitution? Do they end up on street corners selling blowjobs for $10 a whack? Or maybe just get kicked nude to the curb with a few bucks for a cab ride home? What does happen to them? I knew Robert so I knew, I absolutely knew, that he would never be violent. But what if Jevon convinced him to drop me in favor of some other white slut? Someone who had better tits? Knew how to suck a cock? Didn't slide around on her knees when she was being pounded by a huge guy, one who Robert had told me had been a stand out linebacker in college? One who was ... well a better, more natural slut? Jevon spoke up then. "Yes, what will we do with her? That's the question." I chanced a glance up towards Jevon and, unfortunately for me, caught his eye right on me. My head bowed back down in shame and confusion. What would he do with me? Because it was clear that it was going to be up to Jevon no matter how he might say 'we" in discussion with Robert. His gaze had been driving right through me and I felt more naked than ever, like my insides and my brain and my mind were all his to dispose of at that time. I wanted desperately for him to keep me. To let me learn and develop. From him. From Robert and from Beth. I could learn. I could improve. Even if there was no way on earth for me to say anything like that or anything at all, at that point. Jevon repeated himself. "What will we do with her?" Then he laughed and said "I've got it. What will do is have Beth clean her up so she can fix some of that nice food that Jack brought in. I'm starved after all that fucking and I bet the girls are too. So let's let them serve us the dinner. But Beth clean the slut up -- clean yourself up too -- before she gets cummy fingers all over the food." By this point Beth had jumped up and stood above me. She reached out so I could take her hand and pulled me up. I was faced away from the men and Beth began to steer me out of the room towards the bath for our cleanup. We got to the edge of the room before I halted and spun. Jevon and Robert were staring at us, probably just admiring Beth's ass as we walked I figured. I stammered it out but got it all out. What it sounded like, or came across as, with my voice croaking, red splotches all over me, a cum crusted naked slut, I have no idea. But I got it out. I said. "Jevon, please don't get rid of me." My voice faltered and I almost stopped. But then I found it, with Beth tugging on my arm, and said "I can try to do better." And Beth grabbed my waist and hurried me from the room. II. We made it to the bedroom and, oddly after what we'd been through, Beth went right to the closet and put on a short kimono-style robe. Then she smiled at me -- or was it a laugh again? I should have been thinking "what a time for modesty", or maybe I could smack the smile right off the cunt's face. But I couldn't think. I lost it and burst into tears. It was too much; it had all been too much. Here I had been thinking of myself as a faithful, obedient, and relatively trained girl. Now I was a reject about to get thrown out after serving dinner. I was sobbing and the hot tears went down my face and splashed over the dried cum on my tits. I looked down in shame, saw the splash on my tit and thought, "Guess Beth missed some of that jizz, maybe she should be the one punished." But then Beth had her arms around me, comforting me, hugging me to that thin robe. "Hush, baby. Hush. It's going to be all right. Don't let that bastard Jevon bother you. He has this thing about breaking a girl down when she's going to be one of his girls. Didn't Robert even prepare you for that? "I was still crying, almost hysterical and gasping for air. But her words were getting through somehow. I hugged her tight. "Yeah, does it to all the girls. You should have seen the last one, Carolyn somebody. He was really brutal on her -- even though I think secretly that he liked her." She paused and kissed my cheek. "Hush, baby. You don't even know. It's going to be fine. No one is going to kick you out. He just wants you....to know your place. "Beth was kissing my cheek and forehead. And I began to calm down. Then the image of Carolyn the beautiful blonde I'd met in the classroom on the first day rose up. Was that the slut Jevon had gotten rid of? If so then I didn't see how I'd ever have a chance. I looked at Beth, at that gorgeous face in close-up. And couldn't believe the whole thing. The sex. The debasement! Being a slut. The awful sound of Jevon talking about me like that to Robert. Realizing that I was trying out for a part in the most degrading fashion. And that it was ending up with me in the arms of a beautiful girl I would have been embarrassed even to look at before. And that she was hugging and kissing me like a child with a stubbed toe. Why was I a slut? I really didn't need to be, never thought I would be, and never would think that I was destined to be for the future. Sometimes I figure I'm like a druggie who thinks: I can give it up whenever I want to. But never does. Or at least never did over the prior months of Robert's and my relationship. I had told myself I was happy being his slut. That it suited me there and then in my life. Why? Well the usual I guess in terms of family history. The adored father. Who cheated. Cheated many times and with many women. Who sent the message with his behavior that women were and should be cunts if they wanted to get the good men like him. The strange mother. Beautiful. A prude who wanted to be something else. Super religious, almost fanatical, swinging back and forth between condemning and sweetly forgiving dad. Submissive and pleasing one day, and a banshee in front of me and in front of everyone the next. Unbalanced. And it fed my notion of the way the world was. She never wanted my dad -- he just swept her off her feet I suppose. A woman picks the wrong man, or worse, allows the wrong man to pick her, and then she spends her life undercutting him. Trying to make him pay for what he has done -- or for what she has done to herself. And at some point I decided I wouldn't be that woman. That I would choose right. And that that was Robert, because I definitely chose to let him train me before he ever put a hand on me. That once I chose the man, I would do everything for him, be everything for him, that there would be no limits and no undercutting. If he wanted sex he would have what he wanted. And if he wanted me to be Betsy-homemaker then I would be that. And if beyond sex he wanted a slut, then that was it for me. And I could bring all the religious fervor to my role as a woman that mom would have if she hadn't spent so much time belittling dad for his need for sluts. So right now Robert was right for me. Maybe not forever, but right now. I mean I loved him but I was certainly smart enough to know that our relationship was not likely to end in that Betsy-homemaker role or anything approximating it. I would always have options. I was smart, and good enough looking to know that. But I didn't want the options yet. Not with Robert unsatisfied (if he was) with me. And not even with Jevon or Beth unsatisfied since Robert had delivered me to them as well. Beth was still kissing the tears away from my cheeks, chin and forehead. Don't get me wrong. It was not sexual, not like what she and I had been doing an hour earlier. She was my protector then, and I flashed back on her encouragement when Jevon had been so mean about my tits. I looked at her in awe and appreciation. She confused me. Maybe she had never been laughing at me? Now she took me by the hand into the bath and turned on the shower. We stood there hand in hand waiting for the water to get nice and hot. Then she stripped off the robe and we walked in together under the spray. We soaped and rinsed and soaped up again, helping each other in the nicest way. And then we did our hair, each lathering the other and swapping places to rinse. Then she was kissing me, but this time on the mouth. And her fingers went to my pussy as she went to kiss my tit. Then I kissed her back using my tongue to please her and I was crying again, but she kissed away the tears and led me out of the shower. We got out and dried off together, sharing the one blow-dryer, and then fixing each other's hair and makeup just as we thought the guys wanted. Beth kept telling me how pretty I was, and that I needed to stop crying and be a good girl so we could make the men happy. She shared her perfume, a different scent than she wore, so we could complement one another. I was still shaky, wondering where my clothes had gone. Beth came out of her closet with two cute little sundresses which we pulled over our heads. No bras, no panties. Robert usually insists I wear some nice lingerie since he views stripping me as a sign of my submission, but apparently Jevon had different standards. Right now I was going to follow Beth's lead no matter what -- so no undies for either of us. Since I am taller the mini barely covered my ass cheeks which made us both laugh. Hers was a bright yellow that made her look unbelievably ripe and pure at the same time, but for me she chose a quieter dress with broad stripes of red and blue. Beth kissed me again, lingering as she did it with her fingers grazing my nipple through the thin material and whispered "Jevon will love you in this." She smelled so unbelievably good and wholesome then, so soft and feminine as she grazed my body! "Be a good girl and let's get that dinner heated up. No more tears tonight!" III. I thought back to the day, which was disorienting from the beginning. So let me tell you how it happened from my point of view, from the way I felt while it was happening. Robert and Kayla Ch. 03 I'd made plans to visit my parents that Saturday morning. Robert had not said a thing about us getting together, which usually meant that he was working hard on the thesis which was due in 3 months. I hadn't seen mom and dad in months and figured this was the time to do it. But it was going to have to wait. Robert called just as I was pulling the car out of the drive and told me where to go -- and go right away. I had time to call them and beg off the plan while I was driving to what turned out to be Jevon's address. He lived in a modern high rise right down town, so I pulled in the underground parking and took the elevator up to the 18th floor. When I knocked on the door, Beth was there looking like a petite goddess, wearing a simple white shift, no shoes and an expensive looking gold necklace. It was only later that I noticed the word "SLUT" woven into the gold and pressing her throat. Beth was laughing at something as we introduced ourselves and she gave me a peck on the cheek. Then taking me by the hand she brought me in. Jevon and Robert were standing in the living room, which was all massive windows and amazing views of downtown, talking quietly, so quietly that I couldn't make out what either was saying till we were about 5 feet from them. And that was just Jevon saying "yeah, 20 days and that's it." My first impression of Jevon was that he was huge. He's 6 feet 4 inches compared to Robert's 6' -- 1", but maybe 220 lbs. compared to my lovers more slender 185. Robert is dark coal colored, Jevon more a dusky tan. Robert is in great shape, but Jevon looked like the kind of guy who could lift a small car by himself. Robert came over and kissed me. Jevon just stared, looking me over top to bottom with no apparent reaction. "Jevon, this is Kayla. Kayla, Jevon." We said our 'Hello's' to one another. His eyes fixed mine in a way that made me uncomfortable but tingly at the same time. Girls always know what men are thinking in that way, and what he was thinking was "Well, I'll try her out." And I got my Irish up, as Mom would have said, right away. Be skeptical Jevon -- I'll show you. Of course there was no mystery as to why I was there. Robert hadn't said much, but it was very clear that there was a couple -- if I can call a man and his slut a couple -- named Jevon and Beth that we would be with, and that Robert had very high esteem for Jevon, his opinions and his position. What that position was I had no idea, but I could tell from the surroundings that whatever it was Jevon appeared to be a pretty well to do guy. I was so nervous. None of us spoke. Then Beth was pulling me towards the kitchen to fix drinks for the guys. After that things are sort of a blur. Standing before them together, Jevon invited Robert to fuck Beth, who was undressing even as Jevon spoke. I remember being surprised that she was wearing panties, tiny peach colored panties that would not show through her white skirt. Beth knelt before Robert to unbuckle him and discard his pants. Then she was sucking his cock, and I felt it ping deep in my stomach. Her panties were still on but she was otherwise nude. Robert sat on the couch now to let her blow him. Robert likes to be sucked long, soft and slow. Somehow Beth must have known because she was taking her time loving his dick, kissing lightly up and down the shaft, swirling her little red tongue around the swollen head of the cock, supporting his balls gently and then kissing each of them as though they were precious gifts. Maybe she'd sucked him off before? Robert was starting to twitch then his eyes went to mine and he said "Watch and learn, Kayla!" Beth continued her gentle slutty blowjob and I saw her graze her slender middle finger up under Robert, along his ass and then gently up the seam between his balls. Jevon was looking down at her without expression, but I could sense his pride of ownership in her mouth. Robert twitched again and I could see pre-cum smeared on Beth's lips and right cheek. Then she inhaled his 10 inches in one big gulp so that you could see his cockhead extending her throat. Jevon walked me in closer so we could watch. Since I'd been on my way to visit my parents I just had on old jeans and a tee. My panties and bra were new and cute and clean so I was ok there, but any girl would be embarrassed seeing how elegant Beth was. Even if she happened to be mostly nude, on her knees, with a cock in her throat. Jevon told me brusquely to strip and I did while I stared at Robert's face. I wondered about keeping my panties on -- just because Beth had. Jevon settled that by pulling them down to my knees. As I stepped out of them I looked again at Robert and Beth, so jealous of her right then! His eyes were closed while Beth blew him, still slow and slutty but this time with the full extension of cock down her throat. I saw Robert finger the "SLUT" necklace as her head bobbed up and down on the thick black cock. Now Jevon turned me towards him, away from Beth. His finger entered my cunt, gently at first, then deeper and harder. He was probing me, testing me and inspecting me. He turned me and bent me over at the waist, entering my pussy again from behind, then running his long fingers along the crack of my ass right over my little pucker. He grunted. It sounded like approval but who knew for sure? He stood me up, working my tits and nipples under those big hands. I was unzipping him and knelt just as she had to get the trousers off. He took off his shirt and led me to an easy chair off to the side of Robert and Beth. I knelt as she had and licked the plum colored head of his cock. Maybe the same size as Robert's? Meaning it was huge. But no bigger at least and I was happy that my lover was at least Jevon's equal in this department. But his balls! Round and soft and a bit hairy and they hung lower than Robert's, 2 perfect little round robins eggs for me to enjoy. I snuck a quick kiss on each of them. Then I was sucking his cock for all I was worth, trying to please him, to put on a show, to outdo Beth, and to make Robert proud of the training he'd put in on me. I could see her blowjob out of the corner of my eye, but distraction is one of my chief faults as a cocksucker -- Robert had worked me hard to correct that -- and I concentrated hard on Jevon's tool. He had it in my throat, and I gagged a few times, but always dove back down to get him back the territory in my throat that he had already conquered. I was just so busy worshipping his tool that I never did get around to sucking and licking those pretty balls the way he deserved. But they were bouncing nicely off my little white face and chin as I sucked him from every angle I could manage. Each slap of the sperm loaded nuts accompanied the plunge of the cockhead into my throat. I was in heaven. I could almost not even process Jevon calling me 'slut' and 'cunt,' but I know I felt a little thrill surge through me that he was getting off on calling me these slut names. He was chucking my head and pulling my hair, pulling my nipples hard, then using my nice thick black hair as a handle so he could fuck my mouth and calling me 'cunt' again. I felt proud that I could take it and take that big fat cock most of the way down my throat -- hoping that Robert (and Jevon) would think my oral submission a tribute to Robert's ownership of my mouth and throat. I concentrated hard, and it was worth it. Then he was blasting in my mouth, rich gooey sperm was everywhere and I panicked realizing that I couldn't hold it all in for a swallow. I spilled some but swallowed everything I could. Then Jevon took me by the hair to where I had spilled on the leather chair and had me lick it up. Interesting! His cum was richer, thicker and creamier than Robert's, although I secretly thought Robert's was more fun to taste and swallow. The cum on my chin and tits he left, and he blocked my hands from cleaning there. When I looked up Beth was beside me, her mouth obviously full of Robert's cum. See! I had concentrated so hard on Jevon that I wasn't even aware of Robert cumming in the slut's mouth. She bent in and kissed, letting my lover's sperm slide along her tongue over mine and into my belly. Then she was kissing and cleaning my face and tits. My mind was racing but my body went almost rigid with fear and shame, having another girl love me and clean me like that, having her kiss me, and having me enjoy the fact that I got Robert's cum mixed with Jevon's inside me. As she kissed me all over to clean me I realized that I had her boob in my hand for the first time. My pussy ran wild as soon as I felt that beautifully soft, round, womanly tit. I bent in and got one kiss on the side of her breast -- I mean it was only polite given the job she was doing on mine. But Jevon barked something and she scooted away from me to kneel and then sit at his feet. I crawled over between Robert's legs, hoping my little ass wiggle would not go unnoticed. The guys rested with us on the floor. Not a word was spoken. I spent the time trying to catch Robert's eye for some clue as to how I was doing, trying to avoid Jevon's and trying not to look too much at Beth stretched out beside me. Beth, in all her naked blonde slut glory. Her perfect tits with those rosy red nipples, smaller than mine even though her tits are so much larger. So full, so womanly and feminine and perfect! Her gorgeous ass. And the wet slit between her open thighs. I modeled my pose after hers, thinking that if she exposed her ass and pussy in that certain way then that was the way it had to be done. And then I focused on "SLUT" -- how and where did you get one of those? Would I get one of those? Then Jevon was ready to fuck me. Fuck me he did, with Robert and Beth sitting watching us. He took me on all fours and I felt my cervix would burst from the force of his thrusts as he drove me into the rich carpet. I thought that Robert fucked hard, but it was nothing like the savage thrusts deep inside that Jevon gave me. Then he took me on my back, on my side, and finally placed me on top so I could bounce my little cunny up and down his thick love pole. My cunt had loosened a bit from the earlier attack and I could feel every fiber inside my pussy getting reamed. I was cumming for the first time when finally he pulled out. Did he want to cum in my mouth? No he bent me over again on all fours and I thought 'Oh, no! My ass is going to be raped now.' But he just rubbed his cockhead along my ass slit, before plunging back into my cunt from behind. I could see Beth underneath Robert from this position. He was fucking her now. I had a bird's eye view of his cock sliding in her fuzzy little slit. She looked every bit as wet as I felt. She made these incredibly feminine, slutty sex moans as he fucked her. Then Jevon unloaded his cum deep inside me and I crashed to the floor on my belly to watch Robert finish his slut. When he came inside Beth I saw him tense and push in her hard. When Robert was done cumming she hopped up to turn and lap up the juices from his cock, and got a pretty half a mouthful that she smilingly displayed to Robert for his approval. But this load the greedy little whore swallowed down without sharing as she had before. I realized then that I should have cleaned Jevon's cock after he fucked me, but when I looked up he had retreated to the couch and was intent on watching Beth. I figured we were done. Both of the guys had cum twice in us, I'd cum once from getting fucked, which is slightly unusual, and Beth sounded at least like she had had a number of littler, little girl pop-cums. The slut. She took me to the kitchen, this time just for some waters for us all. I was looking for a sign but it never came. When we served the drinks and cut the cum in our mouths with a few sips of our own, Beth took me and lay me down again on the carpet. Now she slipped between my thighs and I felt her cold wet mouth on my pussy. She was lapping and licking and sucking me off now. I immediately freaked out and started to thrash under her a little, thinking it wrong that so beautiful a woman would have to lick me there. And I was no doubt feeding her another load of the sweet sperm Jevon had deposited in my cunt. But she licked me so nice! And I could lean up on my elbows and watch her pretty face as it buried itself over and over between my thighs. I lay back, spread my legs wider and let her go at it. And oh-my-god was she good! She made me cum that pretty little girl. Uncomfortable or not with my first real lesbian love scene I just couldn't help it. I had to cum for that mouth and tongue. And did. Then her hips and cunt were over my face, her ass squashing my tits down. I freaked again and tried to get out. Then gave in and kissed her pussy. Then licked it. Then lapped it. And then I decided to eat all the cum out of her that I could manage. And my tongue snaked inside the rich, tangy, fucked, sperm rich hole over my mouth. I swallowed everything she gave back. I wanted her to cum in my mouth so bad, but I don't think I could manage it even after sucking her clit for what seemed like an hour. But I was enjoying it by the time Jevon called time and she squirmed out from under me. Now we were stretched out next to one another. Really done this time. Beth and I wobbled out to the kitchen again, this time pouring scotch for the two men and getting ourselves another taste of water. So we went back and served the guys and assumed our positions. A minute passed while they tasted the scotch. And that's when I heard it: "She's really a terrible cocksucker." And on and on and on through a ten minute dissection of my lack of skills, through the call from Jack, and then till the ending phrase: "Well she's a pretty little slut. I'll give her that." IV. But you already know that part. How shamed I was, and how Beth finally showed me what a sweet heart she was. How we showered and dressed and got ready to serve up the steaks that had been brought in. I looked over at Beth while she cooked and I made the salad. Could this beautiful woman really have gone down on me? Did I eat her pussy too, even if according to Jevon I was no good at it? And kiss her pretty tits just as she had done mine? And swap our lovers cum from our mouths? And lick each other's sperm splotches clean? She was beautiful then. All concentration at the stove, all focused on her job. Beth was so beautiful and happy looking then. She was what I wanted to be. I went over and kissed the back of her neck. I kissed her and held her from behind while she cooked, weighing each breast gently with my small hands. She turned and kissed me back but shooed me back to work, giving me a big open gorgeous smile and a pat on the ass as she said "Enough of that .... for now." She laughed out loud and turned back to the stove. Jevon called her back then. Beth hurried out and I watched the stove and heated some nice bread for the meal. She was only gone for maybe 3 minutes but when she returned I could tell something was wrong. She wasn't crying but looked close. "What is it Beth?" "It's Jack. He fucked it up. God damn him!" "What? Who is Jack?" "He's .... Well never mind. He's someone who does work for Jevon. And he was supposed to bring over the wine earlier. He even said he had." It looked now like she would cry. But she went on. "When I went to get it, there was every kind of Pinot Noir but the one Jevon wanted. Now he's pissed off at me and at Jack." "Why at you?" "Well -- I mean. Well wait and let me call him. I don't know. Jevon didn't tell me too but...." She took her phone from the purse she had in the kitchen and dialed while I took the steaks off. "Jack! You dick!.....The wine......No it's not.....All the others are except the one he wants.....it's the Greaves Pinot '86.....Oh my god! Why did you have to fuck this up? We were having such a nice time......Maybe.....Well ok. I can hold the dinner about 10 minutes. Right now! Did you hear me?" She clicked off. "The asshole left it in the back of the car. Figures he'd bring it all in except the right one." I looked at her; she was red with anger at this guy. I went over and hugged her again, feeling good that I could supply the comfort this time. "Yes, but who is this Jack that ..." "Oh fuck it. You'll know soon anyway. Jack is my husband. " "Husband! Holy fuck! Your husband is bringing the wine?" "Yeah, that was him on the phone earlier too -- remember Jevon said he wouldn't be needed? Well he does all sorts of errands for Jevon, especially on nights when Jevon and I are together. Other times too but...well its' complicated." "But, oh my god, are you ok? Jack knows?" "Of course he knows, silly! Jack knows everything that Jevon and I do together." She kissed me and said "But let's get going. I can tell you my life story any time you're free to tell me yours. But in the meantime we can start serving." By the time we brought the dishes to the dining room, the doorbell was ringing. Beth turned red and ran for it. Jevon said "Bring him in slut -- might as well do it now." Beth blushed and ran again. A moment later I saw Jack for the first time -- a slight, wiry kind of nondescript guy, maybe 5'8" or so, with 2 bottles of red wine under his arms. He put the wine on the table and stood looking at Beth. Then at me. Then back at his wife. The rest of us froze. Jevon said "Well Jack you have disappointed me.' "Yes, but ....I thought that.." Jevon cut him off. I watched Robert and Beth as they watched the scene unfold. Neither seemed to have any reaction beyond Beth's deep scarlet blush, but I felt like I would burst from curiosity. How on earth did these 2 end up like this? Jevon: "Jack, you know I don't care about your excuses....The question is what a suitable punishment is for someone who screws up like this. I think Beth had better stay with me for this next week or so. You are dismissed. She'll call you when it's time." Jack hung his head and walked silently towards the door. Beth followed him and let him out without a word spoken between them. For some reason I stood and followed the two of them to the door, and then realized that that was probably a mistake. In the foyer Jack decided to get snippy. "So I'm dismissed? You think I'd deserve more than that -- all I do for this guy." Beth was trying to edge him to the door, but he stopped in his tracks to check me out again. He looked me up and down with a little sneer on his face, and my blush broke out all over again. "So this is the new girl?" "Yes, of course. Who did you think she would be?" Now Jack smiled at me through the leer and said "Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing her nude, or watching her do her business." "Well you can forget that Jack cause we're all done with that for now." "Who did her? They do her together?" "No Jack, not that it's your business but Jevon took her. He had to .." Jack burst in. "You mean Jevon didn't touch you? He just did this slut? Fuck, after all I do." Beth was finally able to manage him into the open door frame. She looked at him with some contempt and said "Listen, you mind your own business. Jevon has to do this his own way and its none of your business." "OK, I get it. But tell me one thing. How was she eating your pussy? I know how much you like that." "Oh for Christ's sake Jack she was fine. It was fine. Jevon is fine. The only one here not fine is you and you have to leave now." And he did, cursing and saying "Call me if..." But then the door was closed. We heard Jevon calling us back and we both hightailed it out of the foyer towards the dining room. When she returned Jevon turned to us and actually apologized. "I'm sorry for that my friends! But that's over and Jack doesn't matter to us anyhow. Right Beth?' Beth nodded. "And now it's time for us to eat. I'm starved. But there is one more thing first. I think it's time we tell Kayla what is happening. Time even before I eat! Robert? Will you?" Robert and Kayla Ch. 03 Robert nodded to Jevon as he turned to me. "Kayla, my little slut. Tonight has been hard on you. But, I hope, educational as well. You know I love you, and that I've dedicated myself over the last few months to training you to get ready for this." He seemed like it was hard for him to talk, but plunged on. "Beth likes you, I can tell. Jevon likes you in his own way." At this both he and Jevon gave a deep chuckle. "But I know it's been hard." Here he paused to laugh longer and harder, but Jevon suddenly looked serious and I was about to pass out for maybe the tenth time that day. "But now it's time to tell you what we are going to do with you." My stomach got that feeling again, and I was unconsciously picking at the hem of the little sundress, lifting and smoothing it, then lifting and smoothing it again. Robert's hand reached out to stop mine, the first time he'd touched me all night after the greeting of a peck on the cheek. I was looking down at the floor -- trying anything to avoid Jevon's gaze. "Kayla. We have 20 days. Twenty days till the four of us -- meaning mainly you and Beth -- audition for a private club that Jevon and I are interested in for both personal and business reasons. You needn't know the details of the club or its business or even its name. Let's just call it SNM while we're here together. But SNM is important, to me and to Jevon. And whether we are accepted is largely a function of how well behaved, how well disciplined and obedient and compliant, you and Beth are. Really it's just how much you can take -- how far you can go as a slut. We only have one chance. You need work -- a lot of work. I trust that Jevon has been sufficiently forthright with you to have you understand some of the shortcomings you have as a slut for him, which means the shortcomings you have for me as well." I realized that I was nodding like a fool. I was sure my face was red all over, and that the awful Irish blush was coloring my neck and tits as well. But Robert was holding my hand and Beth was watching me with her happy, sympathetic, sweet eyes. So I took it. "What we'll do is Jevon will keep you for the next 10 days. Here. With him and with Beth. That's the real reason Jevon is keeping her, not that idiot Jack. He needs her to help with your training. You'll only miss a few days of school, and I can cover you for that, at least in my business class. Meanwhile you'll be trained, just as Beth has been trained. You know I've worked hard on it already, and I know you have too. But Jevon's methods are a little different, and they seem to be needed in this case." Then I did glance up at Jevon and had his eyes drill right through me. But maybe he was smiling too? My head was swimming with joy and relief. I started balling again then like a little girl and Beth came over and held my other hand, hugging me from the side. Robert actually looked nervous at my tears, for the tears of a woman are a powerful thing. "Of course you don't need to agree to any of this. I'm sure Jevon and I can figure out..." For the first and only time I interrupted. "I'm crying from relief, you idiot!" And I was. From the moment that Robert had said that "the four of us" only had twenty days, I'd felt a burst of joy in my breast. The "four of us" could only mean one thing! There was a stunned silence. Robert looked angry then very, very serious. He turned to Jevon and began to speak, "What she means..." By then I'd broken the grips of their hands and ran forward to kneel before Jevon, saying "I accept! Of course I accept!" Then three sets of hands were raising me up. Robert kissed me full on the mouth. Then Beth did the same. Finally Jevon. He smiled and said "It's definitely time to eat now."