Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Can Lois keep up the act in front of Tyrell's associates?

Lois Lane Can Play Dumb With The Best Of Them

In the crowd, Lois let herself sway until she was pressing her breast against Tyrell's arm. The reporter could still taste his cock, and licked her lips. She did her best to keep up the dazed expression, as he guided her through the crowd, his hand on her hip. Hers settled onto his lower back...and her heart skipped a beat as she felt the hard metal form of a gun there...and then her heart speeded up, body shaking a little at this sudden sense of danger.

There was another black man, built like a linebacker, serious muscle showing in his bulging arms and thick thighs. He eyed Lois and Tyrell warily.

"We got a volunteer," Tyrell said.

"Bitch is old," the guard said, not moving. "She ready?"

"Oh yeah. Primed." Tyrell gave Lois a tug on the sleeve. "Go on. Drop to your knees and kiss his dick."

Lois let herself giggle nervously. Her heart hammered in her chest as she carefully lowered herself down, hand flicking her hair. Blowing Tyrell had been one thing, but to do this in public...she could feel everyone's eyes on her. Yet it was a test, and she knew it. Obviously only a complete bimbo slut would kiss a cock in public. She let go of Tyrell to lean forward, reaching for the guard's fly...

Huge black hands gripped her head. It was like being grabbed by two huge baseball mitts, warm and nasty-smelling. There was a men's room reek from the black jeans in front of her, and the reporter's fingers fumbled with the brass fly, Lois nervously hoping that playing dumb would buy her time...but in truth, she realized, she was that weird mixture of scared and excited. She lowered the zipper just far enough to catch a glimpse of an inch of dark brown flesh, one huge vein running down, black curly pubes...he wasn't wearing any underwear!

"Hey now, big man." Tyrell said. "Don't damage the merchandise."

Without pulling the fly down all the way, Lois leaned forward and planted her lips against the exposed bit of cock...opened her mouth against it and let her tongue press against the warm, living flesh.

Tyrell's hands moved, wrapped around the reporter's upper arms...and for a moment, Lois wasn't sure if he was going to pull her up and away, or to hold her there so she could suck the guard's dick.