Faraway Club Pt 8 ~ A lesbian sex story from sex story sites.

"Yes," the woman said, reaching out her own hand and taking over the duty of grabbing her hair. "Eat me. Make me cum like a good little slut."

The man let go of her hair and the woman pulled harder on it, dragging her face forward, mashing it directly into her slippery lips and rubbing it around. Robin's mouth was now full of the smell and taste of her, another woman's juices saturating her face. She gasped in pleasure and fear, trying at first to keep her mouth closed. A sharp yank on her hair soon changed her mind however. She stuck out her pink tongue and started to lick, hesitantly at first, just brushing the lips.

"Eat me, goddammit!" the woman barked. "Eat me like you mean it! I'm never going to cum like this!"

She started to lick harder, her strokes more firm, the taste now filling her mouth, and she found she loved it. She loved the feel of the soft lips against her tongue. She loved the almost overpowering odor of aroused pussy in her nose.

"That's the way, you little slut," the woman said, tugging on her hair again. "Just like that. Up and down. Stick your tongue inside me now."

She plunged her tongue inside experimentally, an action that elicited a pleasurable groan from the woman. She licked up and down a few more times and then did it again, and then again.

"Yes, you fucking slut-whore," the woman moaned. "Eat that pussy, you nasty fucking bitch. You cunt. Suck it all up."

She sucked it all up, become more and more aroused with each filthy, nasty word that came out of the woman's mouth.

Meanwhile, the man was still behind her, his bulge pushing into her ass. His hands reached around and found her tits, squeezing and kneading them, pushing and pulling them, being rough with them. She ground her ass back against him as she licked and sucked, making little moans in the back of her throat.

"I love these big fat titties," the man said over the top of her, talking to his wife.

"Yeah," she said with a shrug. "They're all right. Slut boobies."

"Nothing wrong with slut boobies," he said, giving an extra-hard squeeze of the boobies in question.

Robin kept up her tongue action, alternating between plunging it inside the woman and lapping up between her lips. Every once in a while she would swirl it around the clit, knowing, from the times she had been eaten, how good that particular sensation felt. She had the overpowering urge to please this woman to the best of her abilities. She couldn't wait to feel her cumming against her face.

The man's hands gave one final squeeze of her tits and then fell away. She felt his crotch back away from her ass as well. Before she had time to wonder where he was going, his hands grabbed the back of her skirt and lifted it up over the top of her panties. He rubbed the cheeks of her ass for a second, sliding a finger under the elastic an inch or so, just enough to make her wish he'd put it further up. He then grabbed the top of them and yanked them down, exposing her bare ass to the air. Without fanfare or comment, he continued pulling them down her legs. She lifted her knees for him, one by one, so he could get them the rest of the way off. He pulled them over her shoes, which she was still wearing, and dropped them to the floor. His hand went back to her ass cheeks. He caressed them gently, lovingly for a moment and then, suddenly, shockingly, he raised it up and slapped down on the left cheek, hard, hard enough to sting.

She gave a shocked squeal at the sharp pain, but it was not a squeal of displeasure by any means.

"Yeah!" said the woman, who was panting now. "Spank the bitch. Show her what we do to sluts."

"I intend to," he said calmly, his hand coming down on her again, this time on the right cheek. He then did it again, and again, slapping her every two or three seconds, sending warm waves of painful pleasure throughout her body. "You hear that, bitch?" he asked her. "This is what we do to nasty little sluts like you. How do you like it?"

"Mmmm," she couldn't help but moan, relishing the depravity of what was going on here, loving the way they treated nasty little sluts like her.

"You'd better make her cum or I'm gonna use my belt too," he said, smacking her ass again, and again.

Taking his words to heart, she began to go for broke in the woman's crotch. She gave one final lick of her lips, plunged her tongue inside one last time, and then began to lick at the swollen clit, lashing it up and down aggressively. The woman moaned out her approval of this action. Her hands tightened in Robin's hair, pulling her even harder against her. Her legs came up and wrapped around her back, adding their force to her restraint. And still the man kept raining blows down on her bare ass, the sharp slaps resounding through the suite, echoing off the walls, her ass cheeks undoubtedly turning as red as an apple.