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One Night at the Faraway Club
PART 2

"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.

As suddenly as it began, the spanking ended. She sensed the man fumbling

around behind her and then she heard the jingling of a belt buckle being

released. This was followed a second later by the sound of a zipper being

drawn down. Next, his hand inserted itself between her thighs and pushed

them apart, opening her up for plunder. The head of his cock touched her wet

lips, sliding up and down just a little, causing glorious pleasure to

blossom in her congested pussy.

"You want this hard cock in your cunt, don't you, slut?" he asked her.

"Oh God," she groaned, shuddering again, almost losing concentration on

keeping her tongue and the woman's clit in contact.

"Don't you?" he repeated, taking the cock and slapping it against her pussy

now.

"Yes!" she yelled, even though her firm, formerly unbreakable rule of sex

was to never do it without the man wearing a rubber. She was so turned on

right now she simply didn't give a flying fuck about pregnancy, about

disease, about anything except feeling that cylinder of hot flesh slide into

her wanting pussy. "Fuck me with it! Put it in me! Fuck me hard!"

His hands grabbed her by the ass and, a second later, his cock slid into her

body in one, harsh, brutal thrust, penetrating her to the hilt, the head

slamming into her cervix. "Like that, bitch?" he asked her. "Is that the way

you like it?"

"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard! Treat me like a bitch!"


He began to drive his cock in and out of her like a piston at high rev, his

balls slapping against her body, his fingers digging into her ass. The sheer

power of his thrusts was frightening and intensely pleasurable. She felt

controlled, possessed, totally at the mercy of these powerful people. And

she was loving every second of it.


"Get your mouth back on my clit, whore!" the woman commanded, yanking her

hair again, this time hard enough to tear some from her head.

"Yeah, you slut," the man told her. "Get your fuckin' face back down!" With

that he put one of his hands on the back of her neck and helped push her

down. With his other hand he began to slap at her ass again, his cock still

moving in and out of her body at a suicidal pace.

She took the woman's clit between her lips once more and, this time, began

to suck on it as if it were a nipple. The effect on the woman was immediate

and intense. She screamed a stream of very unladylike profanity out into the

room and began to buck up and down on the bed. Her legs tightened even more,

so that Robin had a hard time breathing.

"Yesssss, you cunt," the woman cried. "I'm gonna cum all over your slutty

face!"

Robin herself was now beyond words. Between the pussy juices being smeared

on her face, the clit in her sucking mouth, and the hard cock slamming into

her dripping pussy, she was in a state of complete sensory overload. She

could feel her juices running down her legs, probably dripping on the floor.

The overload increased exponentially when the man stopped slapping her ass

and reached around in front of her, his fingers finding her clit. He began

to rub it forcefully, flicking it back and forth, starting the machinery of

her own orgasm into action.

"Put your fingers in my cunt!" the woman yelled at her, her voice broken,

out of breath.


She obeyed, sliding first one, then two, then three fingers into her

saturated chasm, feeling, for the first time in her life, the clench of a

woman's muscles drawing her deeper.

"Oh god yes, bitch!" the woman cried out. "Oh fuck! Oh shit! You fucking

whore-slut-bitch-cunt! I'm cumming on your face!"

"Do it, Baby," the man said behind her, his voice now out of breath as well.

"Cream all over this bitch! Show her what it tastes like!"

The woman's legs tightened even more against her, pushing the air out of her

lungs, making it almost impossible to take in another breath. Her pelvis

jerked off the bed and then flopped back down. Her hands yanked harder and

harder at her hair. She screamed again, her words completely unintelligible,

tightened one last, brutal time, and then let out a great rush of air. Her

legs finally relaxed around Robin's back, allowing her to breathe once

again.

"Nice," the woman sighed, her voice soft now. "Such a good little slut."


"Yep," the man, said, still panting, still pounding in and out of her. "And

now it's my turn. You hear that, bitch? I'm gonna shoot my cum in your nasty

little pussy now."


"Ohhhh," Robin groaned, well beyond words now. She was ready to cum herself,

could feel the waves starting even now, and if she could do it at the same

time the man shot his cum inside of her, it would be ecstasy.


"Do it to her," the woman said, still holding Robin by the hair, but more

gently now. "Cum in the bitch! Fill her up!"

"Yesssss!" Robin managed to grunt out. "Fill me up! I'm sooooo close!"

She heard the man laugh behind her. "So close to what?" he asked

mischievously. "Nobody said that you could cum."

"Oh God, please," Robin panted, figuring he was just teasing.

Apparently however, he wasn't. His fingers came free from her clit, stopping

the stimulation. His hands went to her ass, to give him leverage for his

final push but he changed the angle of his thrusts, pushing his cock upward,

so it was no longer rubbing on the clitoral nerves as he fucked her.

"No!" she screamed in frustration. "Please! I need to cum! I have to cum!"

"You'll cum when we say you cum, bitch," the woman said mildly, grabbing

Robin's arms to keep her from putting her own fingers on her clit.

"Oh God, please?" she almost sobbed, her body crying out for release.

No one answered her. The man's thrusts began to speed up, becoming more

irregular, almost spastic. He began to pant and grunt harder, his fingers

biting into her ass cheeks once again. The pleasure was still there for

Robin, but it wasn't enough to push her over the edge, couldn't be enough.

He gave one more grunt, a long groan, and she felt the first hot spurt of

jism splashing against her cervix, blasting her insides.

"Noooooooo!" she cried, the sob of frustration actually breaking free of her

mouth this time.

More spurts shot from his cock, filling her hungry pussy to the brim,

overflowing it, dripping down her legs, making her feel hot inside, but

doing absolutely nothing to bring her off. Absolutely nothing.

"Ahhhhh," he said when the last spurt had dribbled out. His thrusting slowed

to a stop and he pulled his now-wilting cock free of her pussy, leaving an

aching emptiness behind. She felt a glut of juices running out as it came

free. He was really done. They really weren't going to let her cum.

She felt almost on fire with unreleased sexual tension, as tight as a rubber

band stretched to the breaking point. How could they do this to her? This

was beyond cruel. She had let them use her body like a love toy, had let

them humiliate her, call her filthy names, and now that she had brought both

of them off, had let them gush their respective juices all over her and

inside her, they were leaving her hanging? What kind of people were they?

How could they do this to her? Tears were now rolling down her face, she was

so frustrated.

"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.