Present Her Cock For Cleaning

There was no lock on the stall of the bathroom door. The dark-haired woman waited until Lois was in mid-pee, wiping at her face with a wad of toilet paper. Then she opened the door...and came in cock first.

The seated reporter felt her stomach roil as she faced the dick. It was bigger and fatter than the others. Eight, maybe nine inches long, circumcised, and as broad as any dick that Lois had ever taken. The top of the tight black jeans had been unbuttoned, the hairless balls hanging down over the zipper. They looked small, but Lois knew that was deceiving. They were probably as big as a normal man's—but the cock overhanging them was so much longer, it screwed with her sense of perspective.

It was filthy. Yellow-white cheese behind the flared purple crown. A dusting of white powder and dried lipstick along the length. A brownish smear near the base that Lois hoped was actual dirt, and not something else. It was the nastiest cock she had ever seen, for all of its size and proportions. Like seeing a perfectly carved statue of an angel dipped in shit.

"Room for one more?" The voice had a strange accent. Something Mediterranean, exotic. The reporter turned her face upwards, searched those dark eyes. There was cruelty there, and passion. She realized that she couldn't tell how old the dickgirl was...there were lines around the mouth, just highlighting her Mona Lisa smile, but none around the eyes. Ageless as a Grecian statue.

"If I say no?" Lois heard her own voice, resigned.

The dickgirl reached up and grabbed the tops of the stall's walls in either hand. She was taller than Lois, slim and muscled as an athlete, not a spare ounce of flesh on her. No way out except around her or through her—yet she made no explicit threat. The dark eyes flashed, the smile plastered on her face unchanged. The meaning was implicit: Your move.

The reporter weighed her options. After all the cocks she had sucked tonight, what was one more? Her stomach heaved at the thought of swallowing another load of cum. Yet the alternative...as Lois emptied the last of her bladder into the toilet bowl...was a fight or a fuck. The reporter wondered if she had the stomach for that either.

Maybe it was the ****. Or maybe Lois was cum-drunk, if there was such a thing. The music blared through the walls, and they were all alone in the bathroom. Yet suddenly, Lois got the distinct impression that she could take this cocky bitch. Whatever she had to dish out.

Tall, dark, and big-dicked waited patiently. Her erection didn't go down, her nostrils flared as Lois rubbed a wad of toilet paper over her pussy to wipe away the last few drops of piss.

"Okay," Lois said. "Let's do this."