There Was Only One Way To Hide It

Too big for a pocket, and Lois had to leave quickly. She couldn't afford to have anyone ask what she was doing with the priceless artifact, or even to see a suspect bulge in her clothing. So Lois Lane proceeded straight from the exhibit to the nearest restroom, the one place there would be no cameras.

Ducking into a stall, the reporter quickly unhooked her overalls and slid them down to her knees. The tight club pants and panties followed swiftly there after. Lois Lane's heart was thumping against her breastbone. Catwoman had told her about this too. The way to get away with it was by willing to do things that normal people wouldn't do, go places normally people didn't think to go.

No one would look for a priceless phallic idol in her pussy.

She was a little wet, which helped. The idol was hard and cold, which didn't. Lois shivered as the head slipped in. Most of her sex toys were silicone, soft, flexible. This wasn't. This was bronze, hard and unyielding. It didn't conform to her inernal topography, didn't bend when her canal did...instead, it was Lois Lane's pussy that would have to conform to the hard shape she was gently but firmly squeezing into her cunny.

I shouldn't be enjoying this, Lois thought as she slid the hard object in deeper. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as it slowly spread her quim, the long black bronze shaft widening toward the base. But I am.

There was something about the danger of it all—the threat of being discovered. It reminded Lois Lane of when she was a young woman, still living in her father's house, having to masturbate in absolute silence so that her dad and sister wouldn't hear.

Outside the bathroom, Lois Lane heard footsteps. The door creaked open.

The reporter held her breath. The idol was only halfway in. Gritting her teeth, Lois Lane placed the flat based on the rim of the toilet and sat down. All eight inches rammed into her pussy at once, and Lois barely stifled a squeal as it hit the back of her pussy hard. Tears in her eyes, she waited, listening...heels clacked on the bathroom tile and found an empty stall...but not one right next to Lois Lane's own.

Letting out the breath she was holding, Lois inched herself up from the seat. She pulled up her panties, the better to keep the idol snug in its hideaway. Pulled up pants and panties as she heard the gentle tinkle from the other person in the bathroom. As Lois pulled up her overalls, she remembered to flush the toilet, just to make it clear that she was done.

Act natural, act natural, Lois told herself. She washed and dried her hands, not hurriedly, ears keenly listening for the other person. At the sound of the toilet paper roll, Lois headed out of the bathroom, aware of the idol in her cunt with every step.

Now, she just had to get out of the museum. Piece of cake...