They'll Have To Work Together To Get Into The Club

Down a stair. A long, graffiti-covered hallway. To a plain, featureless black door...and standing before it, a huge black man that could have been a linebacker on the Metropolis Meteors. His biceps were thicker than Lois Lane's thighs, and stretched the sleeves of his matter black t-shirt; his thighs were like the trunks of trees, legs planted wide apart in black jeans. His head was shaved, but he wore a short, carefully trimmed beard and black sunglasses despite the fact that they were inside and at night.

The bouncer slipped the glasses down over the bridge of his nose so that his brown eyes could consider them both.

"Y'all want in?" His voice was gruff.

"Yes," Lois said.

"Gonna cost ya," he said.

"How much?" Lois asked, thinking he meant a cover charge.

Entirely unprepared for when those huge brown hands unzipped his black jeans. Lois and Jimmy caught site of a mass of dark pubic hair...and then he hauled out six inches of dark brown meat, sweaty and oily and circumcised so they could clearly see the great purple head like a fat, smooth, strawberry on the end of it.

"Y'all want in, I want my cock sucked," he grinned.

Lois Lane squeezed Jimmy's hand. His blue eyes were fixed on the dick in front of him.

"M-m-miss Lane," he whispered. "It's too big, I don't think..."

"It's okay Jimmy," Lois said as she lowered herself to her knee. She pulled him down. "I'll help."

The reporter was on the bouncer's left, and Jimmy was on his right, the half-hard cock between them. Still holding his hand tightly, she leaned forward, placing her lips against the dick. Hot and soft. Spread her lip, wrapping her lips around her teeth...violet eyes staring at Jimmy...and he got the idea. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, mouth open. Lips over his teeth so his mouth looked like a little dark hole...and then he was pressing against the other side of the cock.

Lois extended her tongue, tasting the black dick. Salty and a little damp, but fairly clean. None of the sour tastes she attributed with dirty dicks. The reporter began to move her mouth, tongue sliding against the dark skin, getting it nice and wet...and Jimmy was doing the same thing, their noses occasionally brushing, which caused the corners of the reporter's mouth to twitch.

Under the twin ministrations of their mouths, the cock grew hard. It was a shower rather than a grower; Lois estimated it was no more than six and a half or seven inches when hard, and one of those cocks that was thicker in the middle than at the head, giving it an appearance a bit like a skinny Coke bottle. Up above, Lois could hear the bouncer start to breathe harder...he must be pent up...and flicking her eyes at Jimmy, the two moved towards the head.

Their tongues twirled out and around the purple tip of that big black dick, tasting the salty precum the dripped out of that slit. Their lips met and pressed together in a kind of obscene kiss, the cock trapped between them...and Lois saw, to her surprise, that Jimmy had his eyes squeezed tight, his palm damp and clammy...and the bouncer grunted.

"Gonna paint one of you bitches..."