Turn The Tables On Lana

Lana's thighs trembled. Lois could feel her excitement build as she sucked on the red-head's clit...and when she judged that her blackmailer was just on the edge...

She stopped, and knocked on the wall of the stall.

Lana looked down, face flustered, knees weak, a little cross-eyed. "Wh-what? Why did you...I was so close!"

"I know," Lois said as she stood up. She wrapped her right arm under Lana's left, her hand on her neck to knead and massage the muscles there. Her left hand groped at Lana's right tit through her shirt.

"But if you really want it...you're going to have to earn it." the reporter said, and she gently pressed Lana's head down to stare at the stall's opposite wall...and the half-hard dick that poked through the hole.

Lois half pulled Lana down on her knees, face to face with the dick. It was a coffee-colored thing, wrapped tightly in a translucent pink condom. It quivered with expectation.

"C'mon, Smallville," Lois said. "Do you think you're too good to suck a dick?"

"I...I..." Lana stammered, mouth open—and she didn't resist as Lois guided her head and mouth onto the hard shaft. There was no sound in the stall for a minute except the wet schlorpping of Lana's bobbing.

"That's it, your dirty slut." Lois cooed. She lifted Lana's panties and ran a finger down her dripping cunt. "Work that cock."

Lois ran her left hand down her pants, two fingers rubbing circles around her clit. Her right hand rubbed Lana in time, pressing in to that hot mound as she watched the red-head work the shaft.

It was better than porn. It was real, visceral, up-close. She could make out every vein on the shaft beneath that stretched-tight condom, watch it disappear into those pouty Kansas farmgirl lips, watch those blue eyes roll up into her head as Lois rubbed her friend's pussy faster and faster, and Lois felt her own excitement build within her.

Lana, already on edge, erupted first. A long drawn out quiver as her body froze up in shuddering excitement, and Lois kept rubbing her faster, wondering if she could draw it out. The cock through the hole came next—a sudden push as the unseen figure on the other side of the wall was trying to cram even more of themselves through the ring of plastic, and then it jumped and danced. Lana let it fall out her mouth, and Lois could see the hot white load collected in the tip, extended like a balloon.

As the penis began to withdraw, Lois stopped frigging herself to grab it—and slowly unrolled the condom, so as not to spill a drop. Lana looked up at her, eyes wide and questioning.

"Can't let this go to waste—can we?" The Daily Planet's star reporter said, with a small smile.