Suck Him Hard

"Rat," she said. Her voice was throaty in her ears. He had ejaculated several times tonight... she remembered the soft skin of his skinny prick in her hands. All that cum wasted. Saw a fat white drop of it dangling from the tip of his penis.

The goth wheezed a little. "Uh...hey. Are you okay? Did you see that, it was like a spark..."

Lois grabbed his cock. Limp as a noodle in her hand. Rubbed a thumb over that soft mushroom tip. "How many times can you go a night, Rat?"

He blinked, hard. "Uh...I...I don't know. Sometimes, y'know, if it's been a while, I'm good to go again in ten, fifteen minutes, but it's been kind of a busy night what with upstairs...and the elevator...and right now..."

The reporter tugged gently at the flaccid dick. Something inside of her throbbed with need. Wanted to take that dollop of cum on her finger and jam it as deep inside of her as it would go. "I don't want it fifteen minutes from now, Rat." She said with a hiss. "I want it now."

"It's the male refractory period lady," he said, sounding tired "I can't just oh shit—"

Lois slurped his soft noodle into her mouth. Suction—that was how a lot of the male erection aids worked. She had found her father's when she was a teenager, the clear plastic tube with the little hand-pump. Still in the box—she didn't know if he'd ever actually used it, after her mother had died. But she had read the instruction manual, cover to cover. Had lain awake at night, picturing it in her mind's eye...the limp pricks getting all swollen and hard. Then, many years later, she had watched them do it. Late at night, winding down after an assignment with a glass of wine, clicking through porn. A hulking black bodybuilder, the tube taut against his crotch, the soft brown slug within growing long and rigid...

She sucked at Rat's dick with a purpose. Grabbed his buttocks with both hands and began to pull him in and out of her face, until she felt his hair sack begin to slap against her chin. Lois wanted them to move. To begin building up a new charge, fresh motile sperm churning, yearning for release.

Slowly, she could feel him start to thicken in her mouth. Her pussy literally ached, and Lois imagined after a couple times like that he might be feeling it too. But she didn't care. Not even when he grabbed the side of her head and started dragging her face up and down his swelling cock, hips bucking. She could hear him mumble to himself—had known guys that did that, either while fucking or masturbating. Even when there was a warm living body right in front of them, they had to get their head in the game, work on the fantasy. Lois could hear the quiet rhapsody:

"Fucking cum hungry cock socket, beat the shit out of me and **** me down here like I'm your goddamn faucet to turn on and off, should stretch you out and leave you with a belly of fucking bastards, if you don't have one already..."

She could feel herself get wet, just listening to Rat play out his little fuck-fantasies. Never knowing how close he would come to tonight...

The tip of Rat's cock was hitting the back of Lois' throat now. She reached up and grabbed his scrawny wrists, forcing his hands off of her head. Gave that skinny schlong one last long loving schlurp, then stood up.

"What the fuck is this? Bitch you better fin...ish...what...you...start..." The man trailed off as Lois pulled pants and panties down to her thighs, and squatted down on the floor on all fours. Her pussy was bare, glistened wetly just below her buttocks, between her thighs. Like a dog in heat, presenting herself.

"Rat," she said with that same throaty whisper. "Fuck me!"