Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Does the dickgirl reporter continue to infiltrate the cult, or go make out with the bartender?

A Drunken Lois Forgets About The Cult And Makes Out With The Busty Bartender

Déjà vu. Lois Lane couldn't help but feel like she had been here before, somehow. In the backroom of the club, in a hallway filled with bar supplies, next to a small and foul-smelling employees-only toilet, with one hand up under the bartender's shirt to squeeze that soft, fat nip and play with her piercing, and the other shoved down the front of Maria's skirt, fingers getting wet on hot pussy juice. Her mouth found the hollow of Maria's throat and sucked at the salty sweat there, all thoughts of the cult forgotten in a haze of **** and lust...

Except a few things were different. Maria's hands peeled off the reporter's jacket and shirt, determined to get at their tits.

"Oh, wow!" The barmaid said. "I have those exact same piercings!"

Lois Lane grinned drunkenly. She had pushed up Maria's net shirt, and now she and the bartender were hugging breast-to-breast, four nearly identical tits crushed against each other...and as Lois worked to pull down the bartender's skirt, only one things concerned her.

The chastity device.

Her cock throbbed inside its cage. The reporter had wanted it because the men in the chastity cult had one, but now as she undid the zipper at the back of Maria's skirt and began to work it down over the young woman's meaty thighs, the whole chastity experience was painful. Erection was impossible, the hard metal of the too-small cage biting into the dick.

Lois Lane wanted to be free...for perhaps the first time in her life, she wanted to fuck another woman. To dip her wick. Get her dick wet. Maybe even blow a load into that hot, steaming gash...so the drunken reporter focused on her desires, and tried to make the cage go away...