Lois Keeps Listening To Blaze

"Have you ever tasted dick? Really tasted it, I mean. Just held it in your mouth and let your tongue roll over it so you could get all the flavors. To just savor that hot hunk of meat in your mouth...I bet you're thinking about it right now..."

Well, of course, Lois thought to herself, her eyes locked on the swollen purple knob at the end of Blaze's scarlet shaft. If you keep talking about it, I can hardly think of anything else.

"It's okay you know. No one is going to know. Why don't you try it, just this once? What harm could there be? You're a grown woman after all. You can make your own decisions, can't you?"

Lois ran her tongue over her mouth. She was salivating, but her lips felt chapped, gummy, the scratch in her throat was worse. Like she needed something to drink. Breathing in and out of her mouth wasn't helping, she could almost taste that dick, like that time her sister had laid a pair of her father's underwear on her face when she was sleeping, and by the time she had woken up she had actually inhaled part of it, the taste of his cock mixed with her saliva.

"C'mon Lois. Lick the pole. I double dog dare you..."

The reporter was on her knees, thighs squeezing and unsqueezing as she sat there, Blaze on the edge of the bed, the cock just below the level of her mouth. The reporter's nipples were hard, and Blaze had lit a new cigarette off the old one, smoke settling into the air like a haze as Lois focused on the cock in front of her. A bead of precum had formed at the very tip, the lips of the urethra looking for all the world like a little pussy.

In her head, Lois knew that this was wrong—but why was it wrong? Why shouldn't she suck a cock, if she wanted to. She was an independent woman, full-grown, paid her taxes and had her own job and if she wanted to suck dick, no one could tell her otherwise.

She stuck her tongue out and leaned forward. The bead of precum glittered, reflecting the coal of the cigarette. Just a taste, just one little taste...

Something tingled as the tip of the reporter's tongue touched the little drop of precum. A flash of burning heat, Blaze's cock was so hot that touching it was like sticking her tongue directly into a cup of steaming cocoa. She couldn't really taste much of it...but her tongue stuck there as if frozen.

"Perfect," Blaze said. "Stay there just like that for a moment..."