1. Reading Porn at the Library


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Mili, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    you don't care?" I laughed, slowly making my way through the few rows of women towards her. "You seem to be under the mistaken impression that I read stories here so you can judge them," I said, slowly and quietly, "that is not the case." I had finally reached her, my face only inches away from hers, staring through her glasses into her eyes. "You don't get to judge," I hissed, sharply, under my breath. "Nobody cares about your critique. Nobody cares what you like. Your opinion matters for shit to me." I stretched the last words long and distinctly as she sank back into her chair, staring at me speechless. I smiled, getting even closer, pulling my skirt up above my knees as I was straddling her seat, sitting down in her lap with my hands on her shoulders, looking at her provocatively. "You think you're somehow entitled to have writers appeal to your tastes," I continued to taunt her. "Well, you're not. You're not entitled to shit. If you want a story that caters exactly to your peculiarities, go write it yourself. Otherwise, shut the fuck up, suck it up, or get the fuck out!" She stared at me baffled, unable to cope with the situation. I smirked triumphantly, then leaned back with my eyes closed, rocking my hips on her lap as I let it out, pissing straight onto her crotch, a warm stream of urine trickling out of my pussy, soaking her dress. It took her a while to realize what was happening. When she finally did, she opened her mouth as if in protest, but not a word came ...
    out. "That's right," I nodded as I got up, looking down at her despicably. "That's all you'll ever get from me. Pissed on like the worthless cunt pig that you are. Now suck it up or get out," I said, pulling up my skirt all the way to my stomach, pushing my pelvis out against her face until my wet pubic hair was brushing against her lips, the stench of piss still strong from my drenched, dripping labia. She recoiled at the sensation, falling over backwards in her chair and scrambled on the floor towards the door, among everyone's laughter. "Good," I said when she had left, walking back to the desk where Vella was still waiting for me underneath. "Now that we're all on the same page, let me tell you the story of how I shared two piss whores with my boyfriend." This time I didn't hold back, and when it came to the part where Karissa was peeing on me on the table, I illustrated it by taking the glass of water that sat on the desk and pouring it slowly down on my face as I tilted my head back, feeling it run down my throat and between my tits, soaking the dress until it clung wet against my skin. In the audience I could hear louder moans and I thought I could see a few women getting down on one another, as discretely as they could. As I read on, Vella began fingering my holes at the appropriate times, pushing into whatever orifice was penetrated in the story. I had to pause more often and barely made it through the story, feeling about to explode. The audience didn't seem to mind, ...
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