Tongue

"Give me your tongue," Lois said—and almost surprised at how much she meant it. This whole night had been crazy...getting sick, the whole thing with the enema in the bathroom, ass pumped full and plugged, and now here she was, handcuffed in Maria's little sanctum...Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's star reporter, having a lesbian fling! But...she was enjoying herself. The excitement, the intimacy. Out of her comfort zone, sure, but that needn't be so bad, and Maria was...caring.

Lois had heard how people in high stress jobs got into BDSM. It was the essence of control. When you had to be in control of yourself, of your environment, to watch every word you spoke or typed because so much was riding on it every minute of every day...and then you got home, or to the club, into a dungeon or room shut away from the world, and it was such a release to let someone else take control for a little while.

The reporter couldn't see her lover's grin, but she felt the hot breath on her nether lips, and then the hot, wet, soft slickness of her tongue sweep up her slit, starting from the taint and sliding up in a single slow sweep that ended with a puckered kiss on her clit. Then the woman's strong fingers spread her pussy wide, and the tongue went exploring, stroking along the inner and outer lips, the tip probing gently at her urethra, teasing gently at the clitoris, up and down and around and then finally in, locking her lips around Lois' orifice and sending her tongue as deep into the reporter's cunt as it could go...and Lois was making noises then, deep back of the throat purrs...

Some of her better boyfriends had been willing to go down on her. Giving head to get head. Few really knew what they were doing; a minute or two of the alphabet trick, lapping at her cooch like a dog trying to get the last peanut butter out of the jar. Lois didn't mind penetration, but she wanted more—and Maria was giving it to her, the whole experience, tongue flicking at her clit, pulling playfully at her labia, tongue swirling in and around...

The heat was building in Lois when she felt Maria stop...just a gentle pressure on her clit...and Lois realized she had closed her eyes, to better focus on being eaten out. Now she stared down...into the eyes of Maria, lips locked on Lois' clitoris, staring back at her. The barmaid opened her mouth, releasing the nub of erect flesh, and said...

"Looks like you're having fun...and I like watching you, like that. Losing it." The generous smile flickered across Maria's mouth. "How about we do something else along those lines? A little more...involved."