Lois Sucks

Lois Lane sank to her knees. Her throat was so dry it hurt. Shaking hands fumbled at Angelica Blaze's crotch. The warm snake of flesh was wet in her hands, the soft lips of the flaccid cock leaking precum.

The reporter swallowed her pride...and prepared to swallow something else.

Holding the dick near the head, Lois rubbed the piss-slip against her dry lips as her other hand rode up and down the limp shaft, coaxing it to life. When her lips were coated and slimy, the reporter opened her mouth and ran a dry tongue around the swelling head, feeling the drops of moisture captured in Blaze's foreskin as she slowly peeled it back.

It wasn't sweet. There was no ambrosia in the thin, salty precum that was leaking out of the shemale's rapidly hardening cock. If anything, it made Lois thirstier...awakening a hunger inside of her she hadn't know.

How long has it been? She thought to herself as the shemale's heartbeat quickened, Lois feeling the pulsing throb of the growing veins as the cock grew steadily erect. How long has it been since I sucked a dick, just to know what it tastes like, what it feels like in my hands, my mouth?

As she wrapped her lips around the now taut purple head, Lois knew the answer:

Too long.

The juices were flowing in her mouth now, unknown reserves of spittle lubricating her mouth as she sucked and slurped on that head. Her fingers slipped from the thickening base of the shaft to the fat testicles dangling underneath, bitchbreeding spheres the size of turkey eggs, smooth and hairless between thighs as silky as wax paper.

Lois gave them a tender little squeeze as she locked her lips around the great dome of a cockhead. Her throat was still dry, and it burned with need...a need that Angelica Blaze was ready and willing to supply.

There was no gentle tap on the shoulder, no gentlemanly warning. Only the sudden rush of warm, salty liquid, thicker and gooier than the precum, suddenly unloading on the reporter's tongue. Lois swallowed almost by instinct, but it kept coming...not a hard cum, not great spurts of jizz like a man firing his load with one pistol shot.

There was no great velocity to it at all. It was the slow, pumping splooge of a teenager on their fifth wank of the day, and as Lois felt the warm balm slide down her parched gullet, she swallowed eagerly all that Angelica had to offer her.

Gently, Blaze pulled her cock out of Lois' mouth. "Now," she said gently. "Drink up. We don't want you to get dehydrated...the night is still so young."