Offer To Eat Her Pussy

"Hey," Lois said. "I know this is weird but can I eat you out? I've never done it with a black woman before."

The words tumbled out of the reporter's mouth before she even realized she was speaking. The kind of random thought that would cross through her mind but never make it to her lips...yet there it was, the words seeming to hang in the air between them. The dakr-skinned cabbie looked at Lois appraisingly.

"You ain't tryin' to get out of de fare now, are you?" She said, that thick caribbean accent filling the car.

"No-no!" Lois said. Her phone tapped the cabbie's, electronics doing their thing, the money deducted from her account. "I just...ah..."

"Bit of jungle fever, yah? Well, I don't mind tellin' you, I ain't got no spit shine on my girl in a while. So I tell you what. You come over here and I'll open da door, and you can lick dis pussy until I get anudda call, aye?"

Dumbly, Lois nodded. She got out of the car. The driver's side door opened, and the woman swung her legs out, skirt hitched up to the waist. No panties, just like Lois had thought. Only the dark crease between her legs, the stubble on the lips. The cabbie hadn't shaved in a few days either.

What am I doing? Lois thought, heart pounding as she got on her knees on the hard pavement of the parking lot. Buried her legs between those thighs. Her nose filled with the smell of the woman—dried sweat and vaginal secretions, some sort of floral deodorant, a sour herbal smell that could be incense and could be marijuana... The reporter felt herself beginning to huff, tongue lolling out.

Hands gripped her head and brought her nose right against the pussy.

"Git in der, woman! I ain't got all night."

Lois Lane ran her tongue up that salty slit. Like a dam slowly giving way, she began to lick, first tentatively, and then with increasing confidence...even need. The reporter could feel her body heating up. It was as though some inner part of her had been unleashed. As though every thought she had ever had about licking pussy, of women's bodies as sexy or desirable, were trying to push themselves to the front.

Like some little devil was sitting on her shoulder, urging Lois on, with no angel to balance it out...