Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What Does Tyrell Do?

Hold Her There So She Could Suck The Guard's Dick

"Keep goin'," the guard rumbled...and Tyrell's hands held Lois Lane in place. The reporter knew, intellectually, that she should be against this—but a weird giddy excitement filled her, in a way she hadn't experienced before. Her hot lips mouthed the cock, which began to grow. She couldn't use her hands, but her tongue could slither and slurp...her cheeks could nuzzle...and at last she lowered her mouth back down to the zipper, catching it in her teeth and pulling it down so that the brown dick popped free and smacked her in the nose.

"How much has she had?" The guard asked Tyrell as the reporter's mouth slid across his dick, the warm meat pressing against her cheek.

"Just a pill," Tyrell said. "You know she doesn't like it when they're too dumb to sign their own names."

The guard grunted. Lois buried her face in his balls, sucking one of the sweaty orbs into her mouth, wondering how much more of this she would have to do to satisfy him. The longer this performance went on, the more sure she was that she would have to suck his cock...

And why does that make my heart beat faster? Lois wondered, squeezing her thighs together as she squirmed.

"Ain't I seen this bitch before?" the guard said. "She was in the newspaper or somethin'."

The flutter in Lois Lane's chest quickened. Her mouth swiftly moved from the guard's balls to the tip of his dick, licking and slurping at it, her tongue scraping away at the smegma behind the glans, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Yeah, Cocksucker of the Year," Tyrell said. "C'mon, bro, bust a nut and let me get her downstairs while she's hot and ready..."