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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 feminine—yet the dark feet below the bottom of the stall's walls, about shoulder width apart, were women's black heels.

"You want to play?" 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..." As if to punctuate the statement, a small foil packet fell at Lois feet. She picked up the condom.

"Better safe than sorry, baby," the voice said. "But you need to make up your mind. This offer won't last forever." The reporter saw the cock twitch upwards.

Lust warred with the ****-deadened common sense in Lois' brain. She ripped the condom open with her teeth. Why not? she said, as she maneuvered the latex ring around the head of the cock. Lois could feel the heat of the genitals through her hands as she rolled it back, right up to the whole in the wall.

"That's it," the voice came to her. "Safe and secure. Now..."

But Lois had already pulled down her disco pants and panties, down to her knees. She squatted awkwardly in the stall, left arm out to brace herself against the far wall as her right hand guided the safely wrapped container into her cunt. Between the **** and the angle, it took Lois a couple tries until the fleshy, slick knob pressed against the lips of her labia...and then sank in.

Lois moaned out load. The figure on the other side of the wall didn't move, but the reporter did...slowly back and forth, a little deeper each time. When her ass finally smooshed again the wall of the stall, she clamped her pussy on the hard, hot rod inside of her, and her right hand came down to circle her clit.

Then she began to buck. Her hips slammed back and forth, caused the thin wall between them to shake. Bent down at the waist to try and maximize the penetration on the return strokes, even as her thighs and calves began to burn. She was definitely getting a squats workout in, and she laughed out loud at the thought as she continued to piston on the hard black cock...and heard the grunts from the other side of the wall.

Lois couldn't feel it splatter her insides, though part of her desperately wanted to. Yet she could feel the dick pulse, knew that her living toy was busy, semen pumped jet after jet into the waiting reservoir of the condom. Lois milked it, without moving. Kegel muscles worked as she could imagine that condom filling up inside of her...

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