Talk To The Toilet

"Hi," Lois said, glad that the little corner cut the ambient sound down to the point where she didn't have to shout. She fiddled awkwardly with her pants, feeling self-conscious about pulling them down. Diana Reynolds stared up at Lois with blue-grey eyes. "I'd like to talk with you a moment."

"Piss in my mouth," the young woman said. "Please."

The chain clanked as Diana reached forward, hands tugging at the reporter's pants. Lois didn't fight it as the public toilet dragged her closer, pulling them down over the reporter's hips. Smiled to see the carefully-trimmed black bush, the little pink double-line of her labia.

"You have a beautiful pussy," Diana told her.

Lois took a breath, fighting the urge to just let her bladder go.

"How long have you been here?" She asked.

"Almost two weeks," Diana said with a smile. Lois nodded; that would fit with her timeline for when Diana disappeared. "At first I would only come during weekends...then some nights, when I didn't have class...and finally they just let me stay here, whenever I wanted."

She brought her nose right up to Lois Lane's muff, inhaling the reporter's scent deeply.

"Turn around please," the toilet told her.

Lois did, feeling awkward, knowing people were watching her. She dropped into a half-squat, knees bent, Diana turning around to put her head between the reporter's thighs. The half-kneeling woman felt the unmistakable sensation of lips parting her labia, tongue probing gently. Lois was unable to keep herself from squirting a little when it pressed against her urethra.

I can't do this, Lois thought to herself, blushing furiously. I can't just...pee into a woman's mouth!

Fingers tapped gently but impatiently against the reporter's thighs. She felt like she was going to explode. Like half the room was watching her. A sensation she hadn't known since she was potty-training. The tongue poked harder at her urethra, really digging in...

...and like that, Lois felt it start. No little tinkle as in a porcelain bowl, just a warm mouth clamped around her pussy...and she was filling it now, faster and faster, trying not to stare down at the blue-grey eyes staring up at her. She shook with relief as her bladder finally, fully let go, and she thought that she must be overwhelming the blonde beneath her, but she couldn't feel so much as a drop spill onto her thighs.

When Lois was done, she huffed, her nipples hard with sexual excitement. Down below, the searching tongue gave a few more tentative pokes, but the reporter couldn't squeeze out another drop.

Carefully, they disengaged. Diana Reynolds smiled at her, and Lois noticed that the toilet's own nipples were hard and erect, pussy slimy.

"Are you happy?" Lois asked, impulsively.

"I'm fulfilled," the toilet shot back.

The reporter was sure Maria was coming back any moment. She had time for just one question.

"Do you know where I could find Jenny Dunlap, Tonya Wong, or Mara de la Cruz?" Lois named the missing women.