End: Lois Can't Help Herself

Lois Lane knew what to expect. She had sucked cock before. Had felt that bitter, salty, sticky nastiness coat her tongue. Let it dribble out of her mouth, or spit it into a convenient handkerchief. Except this time...she couldn't help herself. Couldn't stop sucking in her cheeks. Not even when the hot rope of jizz shot into the back of her throat...and Lois did something she almost never did.

She swallowed.

It wasn't the pineapple. It wasn't the flavor at all. Lois couldn't have said right then why exactly she did what she did...except that in that moment, sucking that stranger's dick, utterly free from consequences, Lois wanted to. Needed to. Couldn't stop herself. When her customer finally pulled his softening prick from her lips, Lois found herself breathing heavily, heart pounding in her chest, cheeks burning, pussy damp.

"Normally we're supposed to use the funnel," Tonya Wong said with a grin. "But sometimes I have to taste-test it too. Here."

A finger slid along the reporter's lower lip, and pressed into the reporter's open mouth.

"You missed some."

Automatically, the reporter's lip closed, slurping on the Asian woman's finger. Sucking that last bit of jizz down her throat. Keenly aware, in a way she never could have before, that there were more cocks to suck.

"You know," Angelica Blaze said. "You have a bit of talent for that. If you'd like, you can stay longer."

Lois turned and looked up at her. There was a hint of smugness in the Mona Lisa smile, and Lois Lane's cheeks burned hotter, embarrassed at what she had done.

"None of that now. You're among friends. We're all cocksuckers here," Blaze said, getting down on her knees to be at Lois Lane's level. The dark eyes met the reporter's own. "That's what it's about. Women who want the feel of a hard cock in their mouth. Want to know the taste and texture, the shape and heat of an erect prick. Some of them like the control, setting their own pace; some like to be used, their cocksockets fucked hard and fast. We're all different...but we all love dick. Don't you love dick, Lois?"

The reporter chewed her inner cheeks for a moment before honesty **** her to admit:

"Yes. I love cock."

Angelica Blaze's smile spread, showing pearly white teeth. "Then you're free to stay here as long as you like. There are many more cocks to fellate..."

Not without misgiving, Lois Lane turned back to the hole—her hole. Another cock was coming. She could see him, stroking himself to hardness, his balls hanging out. Excitement and nervousness built inside of her. Tonya Wong showed her how to wipe the edge of the hole clean for her next customer...and Angelica Blaze smiled as she saw how the Daily Planet's greatest cocksucker was about to spend the rest of her night out...and, perhaps, many more nights from here on.