Present His Cock For Cleaning

Lois watched through the hole in the stall as the man approached. Next to her, she could hear wet suction sounds as the other women sucked cock. Now, as he lined his pecker up with the hole, and the smell of his unwashed prick wafted to her nostrils, Lois felt a craving deep within.

Her stomach rumbled. Mouth watered. Pussy dripped.

But there was something more than that...

The hole wasn't big enough for him to press his ballsack through, only a couple inches of soft shaft, the pink head spongy as a mushroom tip. It was damp, with a pale drop glistening from the urethra. Lois leaned forward, tongue extended.

It tastes like piss. The reporter couldn't suppress a shiver as the slightly bitter liquid touched her tongue. Her lips closed over the head and began to suck softly on the head, her right hand reached up and splayed around the hole, closing gently on the shaft, tugging the skin gently between her fingers. Filling it fill out.

Her other hand was down the front of her pants, rubbing at her pussy. There was a need in her, and it was growing as she felt the cock swell within her mouth. It wasn't exactly lust, although she was excited. She wrapped her lips around her teeth so as not to hurt her "guest," and began bobbing her head slightly, fucking her face with his dick.

Eventually, her lips were brushing the hole in the wall, and the cock was brushing the back of her mouth. She knew he must be pressing himself up against the wall now, shoving his dick as far forward as he could, eager to get as much of himself inside of her as possible...

...and that was when Lois realized that she wanted his cum. A little salty splurt on the tongue, a bit of pre-ejaculate that promised the load to come, and the desire, the craving she had locked in place in her mind. Never before in her life had she felt such an instinctive need for seed, but something almost seemed to pound in her stomach, wanting it, demanding it.

No, not my stomach, Lois moved her fingers up from her dripping sex to rest under her belly button. My womb.

The salty spray of semen hitting her throat cut the reporter's thoughts short, for a moment, as she turned all her attention to sucking the last spurt of semen out of the cock in her mouth.