Challenge Accepted

"I think I would like to sample what you have on tap," Lois raised an eyebrow.

Blaze's smiled widened a fraction and she lifted away a section of the bar. Lois quickly passed through, and the bartender let the bartop fall behind her. Now the reporter was here, in the narrow working space behind the bar...and in front of her was the length of pink cock, flaccid but almost rosy-pink, a creamy white drop dangling from the end.

Lois sank down to her knees.

She reached out and stroked the shaft, surprised at how warm it was, feeling it fill out between her fingers as Angelica Blaze got hard. It was a shower more than a grower, but even if it wasn't very thick, it was longer than any she had ever had before. Thick enough that thumb and forefinger could easily encircle it, so she kept rubbing, right up to that floppy foreskin and back again, feeling the slimy droplet of cum smear on her fingers.

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, tasting a familiar flavor and feeling a tingling on her tongue.

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 Blaze 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.

Her performance was distracted by a sudden tapping on the side of her head. Lois looked up, mouth still full of dick, and Blaze smiled down at her, head nodding off to the side, to a shadow hovering over the bar...ah, a customer.

The resultant shuffle was unjustified. Lois ended up in a space underneath the bar, beside the pumps, on her ass, legs splayed, head grazing the bottom of the wooden bar...and she could feel the bartender's cock continue to grow in her mouth. Wider than when she had begun.

The width wasn't exactly making it easy. The dick was longer than her toy too, 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 the bartender's dick touch the back of her throat, she drove herself forward, until the tight black curls of his public hair tickled her upper lip...and the head of the dick slipped into her throat.

Lois paused, breathing carefully in an out through her nose, mouth stuffed full of cock...and every breath brought her more of the bartender's scent, sweet and slightly animal musk, hints of stale sweat and old wine, yet above all the smell of sex...she felt a familiar tickle in her pussy, the beginnings of excitement she had so rarely experienced with her lovers, when she had been so eager to go...

Above her, Lois could hear the muted noises of the transaction. The clink of glass on glass, the thunk of glass on bartop, snatches of conversation...all of which died away.

"I'm impressed," Angelica Blaze said, sotto voce, so only she and Lois could hear it. "I didn't think you'd get that much in. But now I think it's time I gave you what you came here for..."