Suck The Cock

A wicked thought came to Lois. Getting onto her knees in the tub full of cum, the reporter turned the spigot and brought her face right up to the sculpted chrome dick...and gave it a tentative lick.

The jizz tasted salty and sharp, like an overripe cheese, sticky as thick snot. The metal beneath was flavorless, like licking an aluminum can. With increasing ease, the reporter cleaned the tip of the cock with her tongue, revealing the tiny hole in the metal where the urethra should be.

As a young woman, Lois had remembered being too self-conscious and embarrassed to go into a sex shop. So she had bought a long, skinny squash and a box of condoms at the grocery store—how her cheeks had burned at the check-out!—and in the privacy of her dorm room had...practiced. Closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and tried to imagine going down on some hot young stud.

It had been a long time since those early days, when her mouth tasted of latex and her gag reflex had been so strong that she'd puke every time she tried to deep throat. Hours of practice had been necessary to work up her confidence in her fellatio skills, to buy a real sex toy, and finally to go down on an actual living human being...

With Lois Lane's dry spell, she hadn't sucked a dick in months. No sense in that particular skillset getting rusty.

Come on, big boy, Lois thought as she wrapped her lips around the room-temperature metal. Her tongue slid along the base, upper lip wrapped around her teeth. She didn't want to chip a tooth. Just see if she still had it.

So she pressed forward, slowly but surely. Felt the hard metal against the back of her mouth. It wouldn't actually go down her throat—metal doesn't bend—but Lois was pleased to note that she had taken it up to that point. She still had it.

Time for a little reward, Lois thought as she reached up to the spigot and turned it just a little, waiting for the cum to drip out into her waiting throat.