Lois Stops When The Black Woman Tells Her To

Dark thighs shuddered as they squeezed the reporter's head. The cabbie began to moan slightly under her breath. The soft little sounds seemed to light a flame in the reporter's heart. She wanted more. Her tongue ran roughly over the pussy in front of her, and her lips latched on to the little clit, sucking and slurping at the sensitive button until the black woman was shaking and cried out...

"Dat's enough, now." The cabbie said, after she caught her breath. Lois looked up at her, expectantly. The greying dreadlocks shook. "You got de debbil in you, ey woman?"

Lois licked her lips. Salt, ammonia...and something else, something she hadn't really tasted before. This woman's own personal flavor. Her jaw ached a little from the unaccustomed exercise.

"Yes," she said. "I think I do."

The face split into a wide grin. "Mebbe you not had enough of this black pie yet, eh? Get back in de car."

The reporter knew she should resist—she had come to work with every intention of doing some research—but something about the whole situation had her hot. She crawled over to the read door on her hands and knees, opened it, and clambered in.

"Take off ya pants now." The driver told her, as she stared at Lois in the rear-view mirror.

Arching herself up off the seat, Lois hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tight red pants and wiggled out of them. A bit difficult job in the cramped back seat, but the black woman didn't seem to mind watching.

"We goin' to my house," the cabbie said. "I want you to rub yo' little pussy all the way. Don' ya stop, and don' ya dare cum. Not 'til I say as ya can, aye?"

"Yes..." Lois said, two fingers automatically rubbing at her pussy.

"Yes, what?" The cabbie said harshly.

"Yes...mistress," Lois said, not sure where the word came from. But it was the right word. It made the black woman smile.

"Good ****," she cackled.

And they were off.