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As the lift door closed Paul caught a glimpse of the two women coming together to kiss and his cock responded to the idea that they were going upstairs for sex. By the time the lift had reached the third floor Jennifer had stopped talking, she was in non-response mode in preparation for sex. Imogen had the Champagne and the key card and following the named arrows she led Jennifer to the Mini suite she had booked. Inside she found the bedroom, put the Champagne on a side table, flung her jacket on a chair and came behind Jennifer to kiss her neck.

Jennifer breathed hard, the feel of a young woman’s lips on her skin was electric. She felt Imogen’s hands at her waist, on her hips, her tongue and mouth on her shoulders. Imogen unzipped Jennifere’s dress and let it fall, she unclipped her bra and pulled it off, now her hands were touching skin and she gently bit Jennifer’s shoulders. Jennifer felt warmth between her legs, this wouldn’t end with an apology, this would go all the way and her anticipation was thrilling. Imogen’s hands found her tits and she rolled both nipples between finger and thumb then she pinched,
“OH” escaped from Jennifer and Imogen smiled. The power trip was huge, she called the shots, she was in charge she was at once choreographer and performer. Her hand smoothed over Jennifer’s belly to her knickers, she cupped the older woman’s vulva and whispered in her ear,
“I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to sit on your face,” the hand slid up, into the waistband and down onto her cunt. A finger traced the line of her lips while a thumb pushed on her clit.
“Oh God,” came from Jennifer as Imogen stroked moisture from her slit onto the hooded bean, she whispered again, “you’re my sex toy and I’m going to use you,” Imogen took a half step back and wriggled out of her skirt, as she undid her blouse she enjoyed the view of the woman in only knickers and heels, rigid and slightly quivering. She tossed her blouse to the chair, the bra followed then her hands returned to Jennifer’s waist, sliding down and towards each other she massaged and groped her buttocks. She nibbled along the line of the older woman’s shoulder and then she slapped her, hard on the arse. Jennifer’s head fell back and she gasped, Imogen spanked her again, another gasp,

“Naughty girl,” she whispered, “booking a hotel room,” Imogen slid her hands over Jennifer’s curves, over her back until she held her shoulders then she turned and pushed her backwards. As her calves met the foot of the bed she had no choice but to sit. Imogen put her hands inside Jennifer’s thighs and pushed, the older woman opened her legs revealing dark blonde pubes poking from the gusset of her panties. Imogen came between her thighs, her mound just below Jennifer’s gaze, she hooked two thumbs into her knickers and pushed down. Displaying, exhibiting, tempting. Then her knees and heels came tightly together to allow the skimpy garment to fall. She’d performed the trick for her neighbourhood voyeur. Jennifer was boiling with erotic excitement. Before her stood a naked, willing woman not long from her teenage years and she was going to do sex to her. She looked up to find Imogen’s eyes,
“You’re stunning,” Imogen grinned at her and whispered,
“Don’t break the spell,” she took her pointing fingers and pushed on Jennifer’s shoulders, the blonde lay back and drowned in anticipation. Sex drugs pulsed through her, her cunt was hot and wet, her areola prickled and her nipples stood erect and hard. Imogen reached down and gripped Jennifer’s pink underwear and the blonde lifted her feet so the brown-skinned girl could slide them the length of her legs and tangle them over her heels. She was naked, her legs were wide, her cunt on display and soon she’d feel the exquisite touch of a woman’s tongue. She quivered. She’d never been this far with a woman before even in the fitting room. The very near future played in her mind; Imogen kneeling, bringing her mouth to her sex, licking, sucking, fingering her cunt. Her inner labia pulsed with expectation, a moment so longed for was about to arrive - but Imogen had other ideas. She hooked a leg over Jennifer and knelt on the bed, the other leg followed and in one smooth motion she brought her cunt to Jennifer’s face,

“Love me,” she ordered and she lowered herself until her sex engulfed Jeniffer’s mouth. Nothing could have prepared her, the tangy, viscous love juice, the yielding texture of the inner labia, the thrill of being made to accept cunt. Instinctively, tentatively she used her tongue, within moments Imogen was moaning pleasure. She pushed down onto Jennifer, squirmed and gyrated on her, used her like a soft, wet, sex toy. Imogen reached a hand and two stiff fingers worked her clit, for minutes she masturbated on Jennifer’s face, rocking back and forth rubbing the bean faster and harder until eventually she climaxed and involuntary jerks and spasms of her hips forced her cunt into Jennifer’s mouth. She relaxed and pulled up freeing the older woman. Panting, she looked down and met Jennifer’s astonished eyes, they gazed at each other enthralled. Imogen tightened her thighs on Jennifer’s head trapping her and she whispered,

“Open your mouth,” Jennifer knew what was coming, they’d talked about it, but the very real prospect of having a woman piss in her mouth was now a shocking reality. She opened. Imogen controlled a dribble of urine into Jennifer’s mouth and the older woman was transported. The hot sour liquid filled the cavity in a second and she had no choice but to swallow. She’d been pissed on, degraded, now she’d been used. Imogen slid over Jennifer onto the bed and then stood with a hand outstretched,
“Come with me,” Jennifer obeyed and was led to the bathroom, “in the shower,” Jennifer took off her shoes and stepped into the glass box, “kneel,” as she knelt on the cold tiles Imogen pushed her hips forward and brought her cunt to Jennifer’s face. Before she could even open her mouth a powerful stream of hot piss splashed onto her,
“Oh God,” the older woman said and she twisted and revelled in the torrent, Imogen clenched her bladder and the flow abruptly stopped she put her hand on the back of Jennifer’s head and pulled her in,
“Love me,” Jennifer lapped at the labia and the engorged clitoris all the time fighting the sour taste, the smell, it was so wrong to enjoy it. Imogen released again and the river filled Jennifer’s mouth, piss spilled out onto her chin, her breasts, hot splashing urine filled her reality, she was no one and nowhere until once again, it stopped,
“Love me,” came the order again and Jennifer dived into Imogen’s cunt with a sharp tongue to penetrate her. Imogen closed her eyes and her head fell back as she enjoyed the hard tongue at her entrance but then she could hold it no longer. Piss rifled out of her into Jennifer’s willing mouth and onto her face until the stream dwindled, dribbled and died.

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