Suck

Lois stared at the one-eyed monster. On her knees, she stared through the glory hole, and something in her ****-muddled brain was fascinated by the dark brown head, the slit that weeped clear pre-cum. She tried to hold her breath, and hiccuped.

"Hmm, let's try this," the voice from the other wall said...then strode forward. The black cock slid through the hole in the stall's wall. The sudden move took Lois by surprise. About five inches of cock had suddenly intruded her personal space. In terms of the size of the stall, it seemed ludicrous, but the sudden proximity of the meat hit Lois strongly. She could smell it, musky and masculine—yet the dark feet below the bottom of the stall's walls, about shoulder width apart, were women's black heels.

"Touch it," the voice beyond the wall said. Lois hesitated.

"Door's right over there," the voice said. "You don't want to be here, you can leave any time. But if you do want to be here...because you are here...then touch it."

The reporter's heart thudded in her chest as the logic of the statement set in. On the other side of the wall, she heard Maria moan. Hesitantly, Lois reached out with her right hand and ran her fingers over the top of the cock. Let her palm slide over it, to feel the soft sensitive skin.

Her fingers curled over it into a grip, thumb and index finger met around the middle, as her index finger played about the head. The bulbous cap was like an ancient Greek helmet in chocolate that flared at the back, the spongy flesh bloated and taut.

Without being told, Lois gripped it a little tighter. Felt the heat through her fingers. Began to stroke it. The trick was not to tug, but to slid her hand over the skin, generate a bit of friction. She let the ring of her fingers place over the head, felt the drops of pre-cum on her fingers as they ran down from that slit. Her face was so close to the cock now that the person beyond the wall could probably feel Lois' hot breath play on her dick...

"Kiss it," the voice said. Breathy, but controlled. Lois realized that they both were panting. "Taste it."

Lois obeyed. On her knees, face-to-cock, she planted her lips right on the tip. Felt the warm dribble of pre-cum, and opened her lips just enough to let the edge of her tongue play on the slit. The taste was salty, and instantly familiar.

The reporter let her lips envelop the head entirely, a hot intruder in her mouth, her tongue ran around the flared cap. Scent and flavor mingled, sweat and precum. Instinctively, Lois' cheeks and jaw began to work. Her hand slid up and down the shaft, as she sucked on the head, first gently, and then with greater vigor as that familiar flavor tingled on her tongue. An insistent vacuum. Lois wanted more.

She felt, rather than heard, the door to the stall open.