Blow Him

Carefully, Lois inched back her chair and slid onto her knees. The ladies talked louder, moving their chairs to cover what was happening under the table. Four women were missing, she reminded herself. Somewhere downstairs was the answer she needed.

She had done worse for a story, though she didn't like to think about that. The Daily Planet's star reporter hadn't earned the title by shying away from risks, or being afraid to go undercover. She had not slept her way to the top, like some bimbo. Had never whored herself out for an interview, though some celebrities had tried.

Lois had taken **** before. Had bought and sold ****. Bought time with prostitutes, though she had never been one herself. Then there had been the bucket.

There were allegations that one of the biggest male porn stars in the business was a ****. Yet there was no physical evidence, linking him to any of the crimes. Just a lot of women with tear-stained stories of being assaulted by a particularly well-hung attacker. The one woman that had submitted to a **** kit...there were no matches in the system.

He was scheduled for a blowbang. The king cock in an endless parade of average dicks, all being sucked off by the latest barely-legal talent. Lois had bribed the propmaster to make sure that king cock was the only one that got the black condom. All the condoms were tied up and tossed in a bucket, destined for a medical waste disposal unit.

Except Lois had gotten to it first. Had dug, carefully, though the cold balloons of jizz. Some of them had popped, or leaked. There was about two centimeters of cold grey sperm lining the bottom of the bucket. She had scrabbled in there, arms in up to her elbows. Even with gloves, it was impossible not to get some on her...but at last, she fetched out her prize. The black balloon.

The DNA test had been a match. Enough for the cops to bring him in for questioning, do their own DNA swab—and that had led to his conviction.

She rubbed her hand over the dealer's black jeans. He wasn't hard yet. Lois unzipped his fly, and fetched out his limp dick. Brought it up to her mouth and began to suck softly on it. It tasted like cock. Cock that hadn't been washed or serviced in a long time. Sweaty, salty, and earthy, like he'd been living in the same underwear for days without a shower, little flavor explosions in her mouth like the strangely sweet smell of someone that went jogging but hasn't showered yet, so their pits just go stale...

The dealer hardened rapidly in her mouth, and she worked to encouraged it, taking the shaft a little deeper in as it grew. Her tongue stroked the soft, silky underside, her lips bobbed over the crown of his head. Brought her whole mouth back in a long slurp that ended like a kiss on the very tip of his urethra, and then moved forward, throat relaxed...it wasn't really long enough to deep throat properly, but she hummed as her bottom lip grazed his balls, and she felt the shudder and twinges as the hot length erupted.

There was a flash to her left. One of the girls with the camera again, no doubt.

The reporter didn't even have to swallow, just let the warm load slide down her throat. She let him finish inside, so as not to make a mess. Drew back at the cock which was still mostly erect, like a headless chicken that didn't know it was dead yet. Lois left a single peck of a kiss on the side of the dick, then began to back out, ass leading the way.