Blowjob

Lois spread open Terry's fly, revealing deep blue silk, and reached into the guard's pants. It was always different, yet always the same, fishing out a guy's junk. Like opening a present, never quite sure what you're going to get.

Terry's dick was like a beer can. Not very long but fat, the foreskin covering the head, with a pair of balls the size of hen's eggs. She fetched them out, giving Terry a couple good squeezes as she did so.

"Bitch, you start somethin', you best be prepared to finish it." He rumbled...and then Maria sealed his mouth with a kiss.

Lois stroked the shaft, feeling it fill out between her fingers as he got hard. It was a shower more than a grower, but even if it wasn't very long, it was thicker than her wrist. Thick enough that thumb and forefinger couldn't encircle it, not completely—but she kept rubbing, right up to that floppy foreskin and back again.

Maybe that was enough to get him off, if she kept at it for fifteen or twenty minutes. But Lois knew there was a quicker way.

On her hands and knees, Lois opened her mouth, lips rolled over her teeth so as not to scrape the sensitive shaft, and engulfed the head. Breathing through her nose, she began to suckle softly on it, trying to ignore the taste of stale piss. She let her tongue roll around that fat purple helmet, sliding along the foreskin and thankful that at least Terry seemed to keep his dick fairly clean.

The response was everything Lois could have hoped for, as the flesh began to grow thick inside her, the tip already brushing against the top of her mouth as Terry got hard. Forcing herself to relax and breathe evenly, Lois moved her head forward, engulfing more of the black rod even as it expanded within her.

Oral sex was not Lois' strongest sexual skillset—she had read and watched a great deal more about the art of sucking cock than she had ever been able to put into practice—but like a lot of women, she took a certain amount of pride in her abilities, and had even practiced in the privacy of her own home on a dildo until she had beaten her gag reflex, able to stuff the silicone cock down her throat until the rubbery balls hit her chin.

That was what she was trying to do now—but Terry's width wasn't exactly making it easy. The dick wasn't short, exactly, but it was stubby, and Lois was straining to keep her lips over her teeth, as the cock thickened perceptibly the closer it got to the root. Yet Lois was a woman determined, and she felt the head of his dick touch the back of her throat, she drove herself forward, until the tight black curls of his public hair tickled her upper lip.

Terry moaned—probably he hadn't met anyone that could do that—but Lois wasn't done, as she brought her hand up to fondle his balls, two fingers tracing the smooth fold of skin of his perineum. She could go farther...scratch his taint, maybe unbuckle his pants and go straight for the prostate...but she pressed and explored, looking for the hard spot. If the bodyguard was backed up, and didn't masturbate regularly, he should be sensitive...and full...

Two fingers felt a hard lump, and pressed it...and Terry grunted, his hips driving forward, trying to bury a few more millimeters of cock in the reporter's mouth, and succeeding only in blinding her as her forehead was driven into his gut...but it worked.

Lois didn't even taste the semen: it shot right down her throat, hot pudding drops that would make their way to her stomach with all the cocktails from earlier this evening. She waited until he was done, then bobbed her throat as if swallowing, milking the last few drops out, before pulling her head back. She tasted a bit of cum, salty and bitter, as his retreating cock head passed over her tongue, and closed her lips to scrape off the rest as her temporary friend left her. Lois ended the performance with her lips picked, and gave the purple lips on the rapidly-shrinking dick a little kiss.

"G'damn." Terry said, breathing a little heavy. "Y'all...y'all best be goin'." He paused. "'fore I change my mind."