Sit On My Face

Maria lit a blunt told the reporter what she wanted...and Lois blushed a little at the suggestion, and at the smell of the strange sweet marijuana smoke, but agreed.

It required a bit of logistics, to get into position. Maria cut the tape on Lois' knees and ankles. Then the barmaid laid back first on the mattress, her legs hanging off the edge, pink-and-red hair arrayed around her like a halo. Lois clambered on top of her, her arms still bound in front of her. The reporter planted her knees to either side of Maria's head, and felt the warm breath of the pot smoke stream from Maria's lips to brush and roil against her pussy.

"Take this," Maria said, passing the blunt up to Lois, who took it in hands still bound together at the wrist with tape. The black-haired woman took the marijuana cigarette gingerly, trying to remember the last time she had any of it—college, certainly. And here it was, in her hands, still warm, her lipstick on the tip.

"Now...sit down."

Lois carefully lowered herself down, ass descending gently. She could feel the breath on her bare pussy, and wondered what Maria must see...the pink gash closing in on its mark. There was a rustle as the barmaid shifted underneath her, and then...contact. Like sitting onto something warm and squishy over hard, and something warm and wet slid inside of her.

As Maria's tongue began to flick and caress, lap and slurp, Lois considered the blunt in her hands. The small orange coal on the end was fading, the thinnest trail of smoke leading up from it...and she wondered, really wondered, what she should do right then.