Mark Her Territory

Dark thoughts ran through Lois' brain as Maria' tongue probed her depths. All the things she had seen on the internet, in her late-night browsing sessions, secretly thrilled to or been disgusted by and never done—and why? Because of some fear that someone would find out, or think less of her? Because she was afraid it might hurt? That it was wrong or disgusting? Lois almost laughed, feeling the telltale tingle of the black crystals in the back of her throat, spreading gently through her... It felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders, a veil from her eyes. She could do anything she wanted...

...and at that moment, a familiar physical urge hit her. The reporter stared down at the mop of dyed red-and-pink hair that was dutifully eating her out, reveling in the way the other woman's tongue was licking her pussy—and better than any of her boyfriends ever had. Gently, she reached down to stroke that pretty face, and the big hazel eyes turned up to look at her.

It was Lois' first time being with a woman. Her first time really looking at another woman as an object of desire. As someone to lust after. The way Maria sucked gently on Lois' clitoris' made the reporter want to swoon...and the way her hands reached up, gingerly, hesitantly, to hand on to Lois' hips was endearing in her own right. She looked down at Maria and saw a woman half in love, who only wanted to please her.

The pressure built in the reporter's bladder, and she gave Maria a beatific smile. Such prettiness. Such innocence. Such honest affection. Lois wanted to claim and ruin it at the same time...and after all those drinks in the bar, she knew exactly how to do so...

Lois' hand reached down to caress Maria's cheek, and the other began to gently comb through the dyed hair. The barmaid redoubled her interest in her task, tongue flicking faster, hot breath puffing on Lois' outer lips. The reporter cooed, encouraging her efforts, digging her hand more deeply into that hair...

Then as Maria began a series of long, strong strokes, Lois grabbed the woman's head and mashed it into her cunt. Maria struggled, but only briefly, her nose digging in to the reporter's pubic hair, mouth locked tight on her hot, wet pussy.

Lois shuddered as she broke the seal. Pissing had always been its own pleasure, the sudden release of pressure from her bladder, the gentle stimulation on its way out—standing up during the act was a little awkward, but having a personal toilet clamped onto her vagina made it easier. Lois shivered as the first burst of piss passed out of her, and in a fever of excitement stared down at Maria's eyes. She wanted to watch...

At first, Maria seemed so happy...she must have thought she was bringing her lover to orgasm, that Lois was a squirter. Except the hot, bitter liquid kept coming, and Lois wouldn't let her go, not an inch. The reporter stared down with cruel excitement, imagining the piss, warm with her body heat, filling the barmaid's mouth. Saw the tears there in the hazel eyes as she fought to understand what was happening...but Lois knew that she must be running out of room, and there was only one option...

Shaking and struggling, Maria fought it, but Lois held on, both hands clamped around the barmaid's head, holding her in place...and something died in those eyes, something hurt and lost...and Lois saw the cheeks draw in, felt the sudden suction...

Maria swallowed.