Spread Her Ass

Lois blinked, drooling on the head of her own cock. The warm flesh filled her mouth, lips locked around the hard, swollen shaft, back aching, barely able to breathe...but something had changed. Her body processed the message before her conscious mind deciphered it, the words shifting, a new command had been issued.

...SPREADyourassOPENupyourBUTTspreadyourCHEEKS...

Legs trembling as she struggled to keep her dick in her mouth, Lois let go of her thighs and moved her hands to either side of her small, tightly muscled ass. She had never had much of a derriere, certainly not a "booty" or "bubble butt" to be proud of, but squats kept it toned rather than fat or flat. Rocking forward a little on the chair, she slid her fingers under her cheeks and pulled them apart.

...HOLDitopenDON'TmoveyourASSsuckyourCOCKholdit...

The edges of Lois fingers felt a part of the chair fall away beneath her. A breath of cool air brushed against her asshole, which now felt terribly exposed. The reporter obediently kept the cock in her mouth, tongue idly playing with the slit, more of the salty pre was leaking out, just a bit at a time, but still, something to focus on.

When the burst of water hit Lois' asshole, she nearly came undone. Her body froze in place, muscles going suddenly rigid to maintain her shape, but the stream kept on, like a warm bidet. It was kind of nice, Lois decided. Almost relaxing. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy, suckling on the tip of her cock, the warm water blasting against her other end.

...RELAXyourassholeKEEPsuckingyourCOCKdon'tanticipate...

Barely a ripple went through Lois' body as the jet of water increased slightly in pressure—her ass was so relaxed now that she swore she could feel some of it going up into her—and then when the hard, rounded tip pressed against her brown eye, she was almost surprised at her own state of calm. Slowly but with constant pressure it pressed on her back door...and with that same lack of surprise, Lois barely registered when it slipped in, almost without resistance.

New sensations flowed through Lois. The hose or whatever it might be was inside her now, spraying out water, and it was becoming more uncomfortable, harder to ignore. The pressure was building inside of her, the familiar pressure of needing to use the restroom. It was becoming unbearable, and her cock was beginning to soften in her mouth.

...stayHARDdon'tgetSOFTstaycalmFOCUSonyourTASK...

Lois suckled harder, bobbing her head up and down on her dick, trying to will the erection to maintain. Inside her butt, something switched—a sudden, terrific loss of pressure. The reporter couldn't feel the water shooting into her anymore, now she could feel everything being sucked out. It was weirder than before, totally without experience...neater and cleaner than any bowel movement that she had ever had.

After a few moments, when Lois felt empty, the hose reversed itself again. Warm water shooting up, past her colon, gurgling into her small intestine, cold and slightly uncomfortable. The cycle was repeating...and Lois realized she was being cleaned out in preparation for something. But what?