On Her Tongue

Lois opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Brought her gaping orifice down, right before the trembling prick before her, the tip of her tongue just brushing the soft underside of Angelica's cock head, tasting her own pussy on the juices dripping from the swollen glans. Grabbed that cock with her right hand, wet and squishy between her fingers. And the reporter looked up, up into her lover's eyes as she began to stroke the shaft.

She wanted to taste it.

Not many people actually like the taste of cum. It's like licking a runny nose, if the snot was a little salty, a little ammoniac, like sweaty cheese. Lois would never consider herself a connoisseur of that kind of thing...she had given her share of blowjobs, sure. It made her lovers happy to eat their cum, and she could stand it, especially if they repaid the favor. But sometimes...like right now...she got off on it.

Her little secret fetish. She liked playing the cum-hungry slut. Liked to watch their eyes as they watched her. To see the lust flame in there. And sometimes...in the heat of the moment...she wanted to taste it. To feel the warm, hot load pump onto her tongue. Like drinking the dregs of the wine, the fruit that wasn't forbidden because it was good, but because it was nasty.

Right now, Lois wanted to be nasty. She wanted Angelica Blaze to see her be nasty.

So the reporter jerked that cock, mouth agape, working the shaft, watching the expression on her lover's face as she tried to hold back, the cockhead warm on Lois' tongue...and then there was a shudder, a slow roll of Blaze's hips, a tensing in the throbbing cock...

The first shot came fast and hard, a long rope of jizz that hit Lois at the back of the mouth and almost triggered her gag reflex...but she soldiered on, kept pumping the girldick in front of her, and rope after creamy rope was pumping out of that piss-slit, right onto her waiting tongue.

It was more cum than Lois had ever had in her life. It overflowed her tongue, pooling in her mouth, mixing with her spit...and she could taste it. There was texture to it, body. It was like tasting cum for the first time, an overwhelming wave that hit her throat like the rank odor of overripe cheddar, a salty, savory tastebud overload like a rich pork broth.

She could only imagine what she looked like to Angelica. A slut on her knees, squeezing every last white drop out of that swollen prick-head, tongue so coated with cum that you couldn't see the pink, eyes tearing up, the hot breath as Lois panted all over that dick...

...and when the reporter was sure Blaze was done, when she squeezed her hand up the entire length so that her fist was right behind that bloated purple head, she ran her tongue up the crack of the head, right over the piss-slit, to catch the very last drop on the tip of her tongue—and she drew that jizz into her mouth, closed her lips and swallowed.

It was warm and sticky and Lois wanted to gag, but she choked it down, pussy tingling in excitement, because the light in her lover's eyes spoke more than a thousand thanks or sonnets. The reporter thought the shemale might cry, or drop down on her knees and propose right then and there. But Lois had something else on her mind...