Faraway Club Pt 5 ~ A lesbian sex story from sex story sites.

"It's okay," the woman said now, leaning closer, so her lips were against Robin's ear. "I know what it's like. We don't like to talk about such things. But when we experience them, it's something special... isn't it?"

"Yes," Robin said, confused, horny, unsure of herself. "I mean... uh no. Uh... I mean, I have to go now." She tried to twist out of the woman's arms but they held fast, pinning her even tighter against her body.

"Don't leave," the woman told her, her voice turning hard again. "You didn't seem to mind rubbing your body against my husband. Why should you mind rubbing it against me?"

"Your... your... your husband?" she stammered, feeling a bolt of adrenaline shoot through her. Was that was this was about? Was all of this touchy-feely a prelude to taking her out in the parking lot to kick her ass?

"My husband," she confirmed, her hands dipping down now to touch Robin's thighs. "He probably mentioned to you that we were in town on business."

"I didn't know he was married," she blurted. "Really. If I had..."

"Please dear," she said, amused. "Let's not cheapen our relationship with more lies. Of course you knew he was married. You just didn't know his wife was here."

"Look, I'm sorry but... Uhhhng." She grunted as the woman's fingers suddenly went up the back of her skirt and dug into her ass, just below the edge of her panties.

"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" she asked. "A slutty little bitch, if I read this right."

"I'm going to scream if you don't let me go," Robin said. She was afraid, but below the fear, just beneath the surface, she was aroused too. She liked the way this woman's hands were digging into her flesh. She liked to be treated like a bad girl and called filthy names.

"You're not going to scream," the woman said, her tongue sticking out and licking wetly down the side of Robin's neck. "You're going to come back to our room with us, aren't you?"

"No," Robin said, shuddering, feeling another gush of moisture between her legs. God, what was happening here?

"Yes," she insisted, her hands squeezing and kneading Robin's ass in a deliciously rough manner. "You're going to come back to our room with us right now and we're going to treat you like the slutty little bitch you are and you're going to love it, aren't you?"

"Uhhhh," Robin groaned, feeling the tongue licking at her neck again, feeling the tits pushing into hers, most of all feeling those soft hands squeezing her ass so harshly.

"Aren't you?"

"Yes," she said, almost sobbing. "Yes, I am."

"Let's go," the woman said, instantly breaking the embrace. She took Robin by the hand and led her across the dance floor, toward the front door. Her husband, still sporting an impressive bulge in his dress pants, fell in behind them and followed them out.

They walked silently across the quiet downtown street, in through the main entrance to the Stovington Suites Hotel. The plush lobby was almost completely deserted. A single night clerk sat behind the main desk, reading a novel. She looked up as they entered, gave a quick, professional smile, and then went back to reading. Near the elevators a security guard was stationed behind a small podium. He looked like he was half asleep. Robin allowed herself to be led up to this podium, still unable to believe what she was doing. She had actually accompanied total strangers across the street and was preparing to go up to a hotel room with them. Total strangers who were planning to treat her like "a slutty bitch," as the woman had put it. Was she mad? Did she have a death wish? Was this not the stupidest thing she had ever done in her life? Yes, it undoubtedly was, but she had also never been more turned on her life. She wanted to be treated like a slutty bitch. She wanted to be treated like a bad girl. It was sick and twisted, she was sure, but she wanted it and was going to have it.