Faraway Club Pt 10 ~ A lesbian sex story from sex story sites.

"Mmmm," the woman said contentedly. "That was beautiful, Hon, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah," he agreed, stuffing his cock back into his pants once more and zipping up. "Definitely the best pussy we've scored this year."

"That's saying a lot," she said. "We've done a lot of business trips this year. You think she's better than that little bitch we picked up in Tulsa?"

"From my end she was," he said after a moment's thought. "Her pussy was a lot tighter. Must be from all the dancing she does."

"Must be," the wife said contemplatively. "Well, what do you think? Does she deserve the reward?"

The reward? Robin thought desperately. What was the reward? Were they talking about paying her for this treatment? Did they think that she really was a whore?

"Well... I suppose we could give her a little something," the man said.

She sighed. "I suppose," she said, a slight smile on her face.

"Look," Robin said, tears still flowing down her face, "I'm just gonna leave now. I think I've had enough of you two."

The woman's smile became broader. "Oh, but I don't think you have," she said. "We certainly haven't had enough of you."

"Fuck this," she said toughly. "I don't know what I was thinking, coming up here with you, but..."

"You were thinking that you were in for a sexual experience unlike anything you've had before," the woman interrupted. "And that's what you're going to get. Now come here, my little bitch, we're not through with you yet."

And with that the man was suddenly behind her again, his arms around her, grasping her. This time however, he was gentle, not the least bit rough. "It's time for your reward," he told her softly, his lips lightly kissing her ear. He picked her up under the arms, easily lifting her off her feet. He set her down on his wife's thighs, so she was straddling them, facing forward.

The woman reached out and took Robin's ass in her hands. "Come here, Sweetie," she said gently. "Come to me. Let me make you feel better."

She began to pull Robin forward, her dripping pussy sliding slowly across her thighs and up onto her crotch, so their lips were just touching. The woman ground upward for a second, pushing their mounds together, sending sensation coursing through Robin's body once again.

"Uhhhh," Robin moaned, seeing where this was heading.

The woman continued to pull her higher up her body. Robin's pussy passed across her bare tummy and up onto the material of her bunched up skirt. It slid up further, leaving a trail of juice and semen across the expensive dress. She pulled her over her covered tits, over her neck, until her pussy was hovering directly over the woman's face. A drop of semen dripped out and landed on her lips. Her pink tongue ran leisurely, sensuously out and licked it up.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the woman pulled Robin's dripping, abused pussy down to her mouth, so she was sitting on her face. She felt her tongue stab out, probing between her swollen lips, licking up the juices and the cum inside of her, felt her mouth sucking at her, drawing all of it out.

"Oh my God," Robin breathed, trembling again. This was, without a doubt, the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.

"Mmmm," the woman moaned from beneath her, her tongue shooting in and out of her now, gathering every last drop of her husband's seed. When it seemed that all of it was gone, her focus shifted from cleaning her up to making her cum. Her tongue left her wet folds and began to stab at her clit, softly at first and then with more power.

"Yesssss," Robin cried, feeling rapture now, feeling the waves of orgasm starting to build once again.

"We always take care of our bitches," the man whispered in her ear. He kissed her ear lobes and then kissed his way down her neck, onto her shoulder. His mouth moved downward, to the front of her tits. He nipped and licked the flesh here for a moment and then took her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle. At exactly the same time, the woman stopped lapping at her clit and took the entire thing into her mouth. She began to suck on it in a rhythmic motion, in and out of her mouth.

This combination of two mouths upon her, both sucking at the most sensitive areas of her body, made very short work of her. Within seconds she felt the orgasm building, something uncontrollable, rising faster, with more intensity than anything she had ever experienced before. The pleasure rose up, up, and up, the peak never seeming to come. She could hardly breathe it was so powerful. She felt out of control, almost out of her mind with pleasure. And still it continued to climb, higher and higher. Finally, just when it seemed she could take no more, the peak came, holding there for an infinity and then exploding throughout her body, the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. She almost passed out it was so intense, her body flushing, breaking out in goose bumps, sweat dripping from her forehead. She screamed out into the room, a primal, involuntary cry of sheer ecstasy.

The woman continued to suck on her clit through this, the man on her nipple. Only after the last of the spasms had died away, only after the post-orgasmic bliss set in, did they pull their tongues back in their mouths and disengage from her. The man kissed her lightly on the cheek, the woman on the inside of her thigh.

"How was that?" the woman asked her softly.

"That was..." she shook her head a little, having trouble articulating just how she felt. "That was the most awesome cum I've ever had."

"I told you, we always take care of our bitches," the man said, kissing her ear again. "You're not dealing with amateurs here."

"I guess not," she said, breathless still.

The woman squirmed out from beneath her, her face still wet from Robin's juices. She pulled Robin down to the bed and cuddled up against her, their hot, sweaty skin pressed together. The man, after kicking off his shoes, lay on the other side of her, cuddling her from that side. They relaxed in silence for a while, their fingers making gentle, playful contact with each other.

"So," Robin said at last, breaking the silence, "exactly what sort of business are you two in, anyway?"

They both chuckled. "I'm not sure you'd believe us if we told you," the man said.

"Try me," she said.

"We own a small auditing firm," the woman said.

"Auditing firm?" she asked, her eyebrows going up a tad.

"That's right," the man said. "We're both CPAs. Our specialty is performing auditing services for privately owned nurseries."

"Nurseries?" she said, incredulously.

"You know?" the woman said. "Where they sell flowers and trees and stuff like that? We audit the operations for the owners. We operate primarily in Seattle but we have clients all over the country."

"Are you telling me," Robin said slowly, "that I was just spanked and violated in every way possible, by a couple of accountants?"

The woman smiled, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "We're rather boring people in Seattle," she said. "We do like to let our hair down a bit when we visit out-of-town clients though."

"We've become pretty good at spotting the sort of woman who is craving what we have to offer," the man added. "We had you marked from the moment you walked in the door. I asked around a little about you and, sure enough, you seemed like just the type. And we were right, weren't we? You loved what we did to you."

"Yes," she admitted. "I really did. That was the best sex I've ever had. I was so turned on I even let you do it without a rubber on." She shook her head in disgust. "I've never done that before. Never."

"We know," the man told her. "The men I talked to about your... uh... shall we say... reputation, assured me that you maintained a firm no-glove-no-love policy. That is why we felt safe about me going gloveless with you." He smiled at his wife. "She really does love to eat cum out of a nice pussy. It's not often she gets to do it."

"And don't you worry either," the woman told Robin. "He had a vasectomy after our second child was born and both of us are quite disease-free, I assure you. No reason for guilt, no reason for anxiety. Come tomorrow morning, this will all be a pleasant memory for each of us."

"Wow," Robin said softly, unsure how to feel about what she was being told.

"But in the meantime," the woman said, sitting up in the bed, "I believe it's about time for round two, isn't it?"

"Round two?" Robin asked.

"Well of course," the woman said. "We've only cum once apiece. He's got at least two more in him and I've got an endless amount left in me. Our plane doesn't leave until 10 o'clock. There's a lot more getting it on to be done."

"Well..." Robin said, feeling herself starting to get wet again already, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay a little longer."

"Nope," the man said, sitting up himself. "But this time I think we should do things a little differently."

"A little differently?" Robin asked.

"Well," he said, "my wife likes to be submissive as well as dominant. She doesn't often get the chance to do both in one night." He looked directly at Robin. "Feel like punishing a very bad girl for what she's done?"

Robin trembled, the desire flooding through her body again. "She has been a very bad girl, hasn't she?" she asked.

"Yes," the woman said. "I've been incredibly bad. I think I need a firm spanking."

The night went on. The sun would be peaking above the horizon before Robin made her way back to the elevator and started for home.