Below Average

Lois Lane struggled not to show her disappointment as her fingers traced the short and stubby outline of Tyrell's cock. She was not a size queen by any means—and she knew that all those stories about Black men being generously endowed in the dick department were just bad racial stereotypes, a callback to the sexual inadequacies of white people who feared and lusted for them—but she couldn't help but feel a little frustrated at the sudden revelation.

In her pants, her pussy squelched as she squeezed it tight. Normally, Lois wasn't bothered by a random sexual urge...but tonight, after a couple of drinks, she felt wetter than the Mississippi River down below. Utterly ignorant of the aphrodisiac she had been drinking, Lois had no explanation regarding her sudden arousal except that her long sexual dry spell had suddenly caught up with her.

Tyrell, who had been watching her closely, said aloud: "You like big cocks?"

Lois gave a weak smile. "Well, too big is no good. A woman isn't hollow, you know."

The Black man nodded. Her hand hadn't left the bulge of his cock through his pants.

"That's right. I got all a woman needs to be happy," he licked his lips. "Of course those Mafia guys...they think a little different."

"Oh?" Lois said...and with her hand hidden by the table, she let her fingers do the walking and found his zipper. The copper teeth came open easily, and the reporter's fingers slipped into his pants fished out his short brown cock, stiff as a rod of steel.

"They got a partner that helps train the girls. Got a dick so big, ain't no woman ever taken it. They let the women try...promise if they can actually take that monster cock to the hilt they'll let 'em go. Except none of them ever have. It's a sick joke with them..."

"How big could it be?" Lois said as her hand closed around the shaft. Tyrell's dick was so short, it didn't even fit in her palm. She had to close her thumb and forefinger around the head and start stroking it like that, the ridge of the glans brushing her fingers. The Black man tensed.

"Like...like...a fucking horse...or a bull...utterly inhuman..." He said, gasping a little as his hips started to buck unconsciously.

There were no words then for a little while. Lois relished the sensation of milking him, how responsive this big man was in her hands, utterly at her will...and as she thought, and felt the reciprocal heat build in her own loins, the thought came to her that if this big dick wasn't a Mafia made man, he might be a good contact...someone who knew the ins and outs of the organization without the code of silence.

"You're close, aren't you Tyrell?" Lois whispered in his ear. "Take me to this 'big dick,' and I'll make you cum, right here and now."