Faraway Club Pt 7 ~ A lesbian sex story from sex story sites.

"Leave it down, bitch," she told her. "I want to look at those boobies while we walk to the room."

"But... but... what if someone... you know... sees us?" she asked, blushing.

The woman shrugged. "How many people have you showed those slutty tits to in your life? What difference does one more make?"

Before she could answer, the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. The hallway outside was empty. As they walked to room 3312, they encountered no one. Robin was surprised to find that she was actually disappointed. It was depraved, but she had wanted someone to see her, to see the slutty girl being walked to the room to be treated like a bitch.

The man used his access card to open the door and they led her inside. As she had suspected, the room was not one of the cheap ones-it was a suite. A huge, king-size bed sat in the middle of the room, the covers turned back, a chocolate patty resting on the pillow. A sitting room was opposite the bed, opulent furniture and a stocked bar taking up space here. Next to the bathroom was a sunken hot tub with fragrant steam wafting out of it. The curtains were standing wide open, showing an impressive view of the downtown high-rises and the waterfront, including the 1930s era drawbridge that was the symbol of downtown Heritage. The room had the desired effect on her, making her feel she was in the presence of powerful people, people who were used to taking what they wanted from life.

As had been the case in the elevator, the moment the door shut behind them, the woman grabbed Robin, this time roughly by the shoulders. Instead of pushing her down, however, she spun her around to face her. Her hands slid up, over her neck, squeezing just enough to show who was in control, and then onto her face. She pulled Robin's face to hers and kissed her hard, her tongue jamming brutally into her mouth, her teeth nipping at her lips. Robin moaned again, returning the kiss, swirling her tongue around, enjoying the taste and feel of a woman's mouth against hers. The woman's left hand dropped down from her face, trailing over her tits, and then was suddenly up under her dress, the fingers pushing against the crotch of her panties, right over her pussy lips.

She pulled her mouth from Robin's but kept her hand in place, squeezing and rubbing her pussy through the panties. "You're wet, you little slut," she said. "You're absolutely soaking."

"Mmmm," Robin groaned, pushing her crotch harder into that hand, feeling the pleasure radiating through her.

"You love this shit, don't you, slut? You love being treated like a nasty little whore, don't you?"

"Yes," Robin groaned. "I'm a whore. I'm a nasty whore."

The woman removed her hand and pulled back, prompting a grunt of displeasure from Robin. It was ignored. She licked her fingers and then slowly backed up, until her legs were against the foot of the bed. She lay back on it, her calves dangling over, and then leaned back, so she was resting on her elbows. She spread her legs wide and reached down, grabbing the hem of her dress. She pulled it up, first exposing her tanned thighs and then her crotch. She was not wearing any panties. Her pubic hair was shaved from around her lips, leaving them bare, only a single black tuft growing above them. The lips were swollen and very wet, the clit protruding from its hood.

The man was suddenly standing behind her again, his cock bulge pushing into her ass, his hot breath in her ear. "Get between her legs and eat her," he ordered.

Her mouth opened to protest. Though the woman's pussy looked very appealing, she had never put her mouth on one before and wasn't sure if she should really cross that particular line. But before so much as a syllable could come forth, the man's hands were on the back of her hair, pulling it roughly.

"Do it," he said, pushing her forward, continuing to pull her hair. He shoved her down to her knees once more so she was leaning over the foot of the bed, her head inches from the woman's crotch. She could smell the sharp musk of her juices now, a smell not unlike her own, but at the same time, startlingly different.