Whore It Up

Lois didn't break eye contact as her hand slipped underneath the other woman's dress. No underwear interrupted her hand, nor even pubic hair...just mons, shaved smooth, warm and soft against the reporter's fingers as they slid down to cup her pussy, the damp lips pressing against Lois' palm.

It was the first time she had ever touched another woman's pussy. A moment of indecision threatened to freeze her, but Lois knew he didn't dare stop, not now. Staring into the dark eyes, Lois began to move her fingers back and forth, teasing at the lips.

"You're wet," her voice was pitched low and husky, and her "client" was playing her part beautifully, laying back as Lois gently pried apart the outer lips with two fingers, the other two rubbing the inner slit...and found the clit, began to tease it, rubbing gently...and Lois could feel her own heat building.

With her free hand, the reporter took her client's left hand and guided it to the reporter's own bare cunt, which was openly displayed by the Star Sapphire costume. Warm, slender fingers played at Lois' own slit, first hesitantly, and then with greater freedom as the reporter did nothing to stop their probing.

"Do you like it?" Lois was breathing more heavily, her fingers pressing a little more into the other woman's pussy, but not penetrating her—not yet. The client though had two fingers pressing against Lois' own cunt, and the reporter tried not to gasp as they suddenly entered her canal.

"You bought it." The reporter could see her client's bosom rising and falling more deeply now. "You can do anything you want with it." Lois could feel the fingers dip a little deeper, and did her best to offer a slow smile as her client's knuckles brushed her lips.

"Or..." she leaned down and opened her mouth for a kiss, catching the other woman's tongue and sucking it gently with her lips for a moment before letting it go. "I can do whatever you want to you."