In The Stall, With The Toilet Paper Roll Holder

Abuzz with the aphrodisiac, Lois Lane sauntered into the women's restroom with a hot, dripping twat and a head full of bad ideas. She was horny, motivated, and frighteningly creative in times like this—and she had remembered coming off long trips abroad, where masturbation hadn't been an option, and nce she reached a time and place where she could masturbate every single object seemed filled with erotic potential. Lois had humped washing machines and spigots, pleasured herself with kitchen utensils, spanked herself with wooden spoons, rubbed her cunny raw with knotted ropes...

At first glance, the filthy bathroom of the club had few opportunities. Yet in the cleanest and most well-lit of the bathroom stalls, Lois noticed that there was no toilet paper...but there was a holder. Her hands reached in and snapped out the plastic tube that normally held the roll in place. She smiled at it as she planned out her video.

She had no selfie stick, and what the reporter planned required both hands...so she wedged the phone in between the seat of the toilet and the metal pipe that rose behind it. Pants off, legs in a V with her heels touching either wall, the lens couldn't capture her face, but it could capture her pussy and asshole clearly.

Lois Lane took pride in taking care of both of her holes. Before she had left, a disposable razor had taken care of any hair down there, except for a small, carefully scultped patch just above her clit. An enema was a necessity before any undercover adventure, to help prevent any unnecessary bathroom breaks. Like most women, Lois Lane's inner labia lips protruded outside of her smooth outer labia a little...but they were a bright, fresh pink, especially when she used two fingers to spread them, parting the curtains to reeal the wet, pulsing insides.

The white plastic rod rubbed over her fuckhole. She twirled it, slowly and carefully, coating the spring-loaded bogroll holder in her juices. Her breath came in slow, steady drafts, chest rising and falling. It felt so weird to be seated backwards on the toilet this way, her ass and pussy exposed, balance just shy of falling off...but her focus now was getting off. Tyrell had wanted to see her cum.

So Lois gave herself to it. She ran that little wantd up and down the length of her pussy, pressing it against her labia, rubbing it against her clit. It helped that she was so much wetter and more excited than normal. There were times Lois took half an hour of feeling good only to stop frustrated as her climax remained aloof...but now, she almost screamed as she touched herself. Her pussy convulsed. Cheeks flushed, she dipped the wand lower, pressing the hard edge against her hole.

It slipped in with a wet slitch that sent droplets of pussy-juice spraying onto the screen. The reporter moaned aloud. Normally, penetration didn't do much for her, but now her cunny clamped on the invading tube and tried to crush it. She shook and shivered as she slid it in and out of her wet fuckhole, becoming lost in the act, oblivious to what was happening around her...

It wasn't enough. Lois gasped in frustrated desire. She needed more.

With a **** grunt, the reporter pulled the sopping tube out of her cunny with another spray of juice, and pressed the slick plastic against her asshole. Angled as the camera was, it could see everything...the light burned, illuminating her dark anus and the white tube pressing in and out of it....and as Lois fucked her ass with the makeshift sex-toy, her other hand busied itself rubbing her clit.

The reporter bit her lip and mewled as her hips instinctively humped toward the screen. Her ass burned as the tube stabbed in and out of her shithole, but it added that extra frisson that was sending her over the edge. She could feel the anticipation build inside of her, fingers shaking with the intensity of her movements, nipples hard as rocks, toes curling, her whole being focused onto the single white-hot moment of her fingers jilling her clit, that tube fucking her ass, that electric eye watching and recording it all...and before Lois knew it she had gone straight over the edge.

Her squirt gushed from her pussy in a clear stream that soaked the phone completely, her muscles spasmed and convulsed as an electric wave seemed to spread up from her cunt and throughout her entire body. She shook and bit off a wild cry as the **** of her orgasm nearly sent her sliding off the toilet seat and onto the filthy floor...and she was left panting, shaking with the aftershocks of the strongest climax in recent memory.

The little light on the phone showed it had recorded it all.