Chapter 10 by Zeebop

Does Terry Let Lois In? Or Does He Make Her Prove It?

Make Her Prove It

Heavy hands grabbed the reporter's shoulders.

"You talk a good game," Terry rumbled. Lois got the picture.

Maybe it was because she was drunk that she slid to her knees. Maybe it was because Maria was watching from the doorway. Or that every journalistic instinct that Lois had told her there was treasure for her behind the black door.

Whatever it was, she found herself pulling the zipper down. Pulling for the great dark prick and balls. It was hot down here, and sweaty. Lois opened her mouth, tongue helping to slide the testicle in between her lips. She sucked gently on his ball as she held his dick up with one hand, stroked the soft underside with the fingers of her other hand.

Salty sweat filled her mouth, and her tongue washed the teste. Careful to keep her teeth from biting or scraping the sensitive flesh, Lois dropped her finger down and gently pushed the second testicle into her mouth.

Saliva filled her mouth, and Lois was **** to swallow. She let the black cock flop on top of her mouth. That hot dark meat against her face. Tongue stole past her lips to tickle his taint. A little bitter taste there, Terry not keeping himself as clean as he could...

Warm hot drops splashed against her face. Terry was leaking. Lois couldn't see what was going on, but something changed. His body stiffened. Hands disappeared from her shoulders.

"That's enough," he grunted. "You get up, go on in."

Lois rocked backwards, letting the wet balls fall out of her mouth. The cock, which had been hard a moment ago, was wilting even as she looked at it. The reporter stood up, brushing off her knees. Terry looked unhappy...and Lois had a feeling that someone, somehow, had said something to him. Something that was making his cock wilter and balls shrivel up as though trying to hide.

Without bothering to wipe her face, the reporter walked past him, through the Black Door.