Give Me A Kiss

Lois smiled, sperm still splattered on her teeth, an infectious grin. She felt wild and somehow free, not just sexually aroused but...excited, like when she was a teenager sneaking out for a midnight kiss with some young Army recruit. Elation ran through her at what she had just done, and she wanted...more.

I'm high. The thought ran through the reporter's mind, but before she could dwell on that she was pulling the bartender down, onto the floor behind the bar. Lois hands combed through that dark hair, drawing that strangely exotic face toward her own, her lips parting automatically to meet Angelica's own.

A thick tongue, long and forceful, pushed past Lois' own yearning pink muscle. Lois could taste stale spunk, and something else...something acrid and bittersweet...but before she could think of more that tongues pushed deeper inside of her, until it brushed the back of her throat.

Lois' eyes widened in alarm, though she was still excited, pussy damp and dripping more than at any time she could ever recall—yet Blaze's eyes were calm and cool, in complete control, her lips strong and hot, arms flowing around to grasp the reporter and hug her close... and Lois melted into that kiss, eye half-closing as she let go her momentary resistance, focusing on what she was feeling in her mouth...

The invading tongue was impossibly long and thick, ridged with little nubs like those on the corona of a cock, around the base of the head, and Lois felt almost as if it was a cock, though unnaturally strong and prehensile, as it slipped into her throat. Trying not to gag as it slipped passed her tonsils, the reporter sucked gently, and was rewarded with an enthusiastic gleam in the bartender's eye.

Lois could feel the muscles in Angelica Blaze's head and neck work beneath her hands, but more than that she could feel the solid length of that tongue slipping in and out, in and out of her throat...fucking her face more deeply and effectively than any cock had yet done...and as the reporter struggled to avoid gagging, she could almost feel the shape of the tongue shift with in her mouth. A definite glans now drew itself back and forth along the back of her tongue, and bulbous head scraped the roof of her mouth as it plunged once more down her throat.

It held itself there, and Lois was uncomfortable feeling that hot, wet meat penetrating her, staring helplessly at the bartender...who winked one dark eye. Then the eruption began. The reporter could feel the pulse in the organ running through her mouth, the hot sticky liquid spraying down her esophagus, directly into her stomach. An uncomfortable fullness came to the reporter, a sense of pressure from the middle of her chest as though she had overeaten..and then the tongue withdrew, and Angelica lessened her hold, letting Lois fall back, a trail of burning slime trailing down her throat...until finally the invading muscle passed her lips, leaving a now-familiar salty taste behind.

Angelica still hugged Lois to her, that monstrous pink organ trailing out of her mouth. It was neither a tongue nor a penis, though it had attributes of both...a firm pink tentacle, extending at least seven or eight inches past the bartedner's lips, with a swollen cockhead at the tip. Nor was it smooth, for every inch of it looked to be coated with taste buds and nibs of flesh...and Lois wondered if that is what the bartender had been doing this whole time...tasting her...

The bartender smiled, as best she could around her pink obscenity, and one hand grabbed Lois' crotch, squeezing it through her pants.

It is time. The words ran through Lois head in Blaze's voice, though no sound came to her ears.