She'll Suck The Information Out of Him

It was surprisingly easy, getting him into the alley. No one around to see as she rubbed his balls through his pants. She pressed her tits against his chest as she felt the throb of his stiff dick against his fly. Lois Lane looked her mark in the eye and smiled. It wasn't so different from any other interview, really.

Except she was doing something she had once promised herself never to do.

His name was Stanley. She asked her questions carefully, tone light. When he answered, she went a little further. The zipper descended. Her hands fished around inside, pulling his stiff prick through the slit in his pants. The reporter could see the wariness in his eyes. Not a poker player, this Stanley. His need was evident. He wanted his cock sucked. Some of his answers were cagey, but he wasn't lying...just holding out, just trying to push her over the edge.

The line she had never crossed. Not until tonight.

It bothered Lois that it didn't bother her more. Stroking a stiff prick in an alley. Using sex to get what she wanted. Hearing Stanley talk about the layout, the girls, how much he paid, the rooms. The way the women seemed a little too subservient. Not ****, but something. And there was one weird thing...

"I-I-I wanted to see her swallow it," he said, adam's apple bobbing. "B-b-but they wouldn't do it. I-I-I had to wear a condom, and when I came in it, she tied it off and put it in the fridge...each room had a mini-fridge, you know? I thought it was w-w-weird. I-I-I even offered to pay extra..."

Lois smiled. "Well, don't worry Stanley. I swallow."

She sank down in a squat on her high heels, not wanting to get her knees dirty in the alley. Face-to-cock with Stanley's stubby five-incher. The smell wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be. Just another cock. Like any other she'd ever sucked.

Taking it in her mouth was so easy. Lips drawn over teeth so as not to hurt him, tongue swirling around the head. She sucked hard enough for her cheeks to hollow, and began to stroke his shaft...jerking him off into her mouth.

It should have been an act of utter self-degradation. Lois knew she should hate herself for doing this. Yet it felt...like nothing. There was no doom and damnation from violating her scruples. Lois didn't feel anything at all, except a warm sense of accomplishment as his hips began to pump, the cock running through her fist, the head of his dick bashing against the top of her mouth...and when he came, in a hot, bitter, salty spurt that almost triggered her gag reflex, Lois Lane **** herself to hold it. To let that gooey nutbutter coat her tongue and mix with her saliva.

As he eased to a stop she opened her mouth to show it to him...and when she closed it again, and **** herself to swallow, there was a stunned excitement on Stanley's face. Lois smiled up at him.