Lois Gives Tyrell Some Relief

There was a security guard by the door. Lois Lane clung onto Tyrell's arm and gave her best stupid-slut smile, and the man, who recognized Tyrell, waved them both through.

The VIP room was a series of curtained booths which contained padded u-shaped couches and screens set into the walls playing silent porn. Like a good boy, the Black man placidly followed Lois as she led him into a booth and closed the curtain.

The reporter's heart pounded in her chest as she fiddled with Tyrell's belt. A part of her couldn't believe she was doing this...Tyrell was **** stupid, and technically this was ****...but on the other hand, he had tried to do the same thing to her, and she was a bit under the influence too. Her pussy felt like a swamp in her tight pants, and her swollen tits ached. She needed this...

Then she pulled out his python.

Normally, Lois Lane had no doubt, Tyrell was probably well-endowed, on the upper end of average if not into adult male filmstar territory. Seven inches or a hair over. Under the effects of the pill...the cock flopped out, half-erect, over a foot long. It was squishy as a loofah, almost floppy, but obviously swollen, the head rubbery and bloated as a small apple.

Her own head swam as she stroked that half-hard big black dick with both hands

If this much of the **** is affecting me, how much is it affecting him? Lois wondered. Lewd thoughts swam through the reporter's head. Stripping Tyrell naked. Trying to stuff that monstrous prick into her pussy. As big as it was, it was soft and squishy, more bloated than hard. Lois licked her lips. She could probably squeeze it into her cunny...she was wet enough...

"Uh," Tyrell grunted as Lois stared at the dick and daydreamed. She needed both hands to hold it...and the smell...Lois could almost taste it, the warm, masculine reek. "Gotta...cum..."

His brown eyes turned on her. Wide. Uncomprehending. Begging for relief. Like a hungry puppy.

It would be cruel to deny him, Lois thought to herself as she got down on her knees and opened her mouth wide. Her lips closed over the head of that big black cock. I'll just suck him off a little. No harm in that, right?

The taste sent a shiver down her spine. Lois Lane had never been a connoisseur of cock, but that manmeat, the salty bitter precum that oozed over her tongue, sent a fire between her legs and a tingle down her spine. Lois didn't even try to bob her head or take it deep. She just sealed her lips around the swollen head of that dick and worked the half-hard shaft with both hands, stroking the warm flesh like she was trying to milk a cow right into her mouth.

Unfortunately for Lois Lane, there was one thing she didn't know...