She Doesn't Get The Chance

As Lois Lane sat on the toilet, fighting her curiosity, a pink-tipped cock pushed through the gloryhole. The reporter held her breath, staring at the condom-covered cock. It was longer than normal, but skinny; the head slender and triangular. A long blue vein ran prominently down the center.

The reporter wondered what to do. She could just leave...let the guy on the other side just jerk off, or blue balls or whatever. It would be insane for her to touch it. Sure, it was protected, but still to engage in sex in a bathroom gloryhole was...she wasn't a slut, dammit, she was...

The piercings in her new split tongue touched the back of her teeth. They were all alone. There was a hard cock here. Lois Lane could...experiment with her new tongue and its piercings without anyone knowing.

Thought became action. Lois grabbed the tock, not too tightly. Slipped off the toilet, her knees lowered gently to the filthy bathroom floor. Stared at the latex-covered head. Opened her mouth...

Her tongue slid out, under the head of the cock. She could feel the warmth of the skin, even through the latex. The tips of her split tongue curled up around the cock in a maneuver she could never have accomplished before, hugging it as her lips slid over the swollen head, ushering it into her mouth.

She wondered what it would feel like, the cold hard balls of her tongue studs against the hard, hot dick. A part of her wanted to know that as she slurped and suckled, letting her split tongue twist and play over the shaft, taking it a little deeper, a little more. It was quite a long one...long enough to deep throat, if Lois had a mind to...

Why not? Lois reasoned with herself. I mean, I've gone this far...what's a little more? I'm an adult, I'm in control.