Bitch, If You Don't Fuck My Ass Right Now I'll Find Someone Who Will

Lois Lane was not a submissive woman. Not as an investigative reporter, and not in bed. She did not fuck in the dark, as women did who were afraid of their bodies. Lois wanted to see the cock fucking her. Hear the grunts and moans. Taste the salt of their sweat on their skin. The feel of the muscles moving.

Her hands grabbed Blaze's shoulders and **** the dickgirl to look at her as she uttered her ultimatum—and the **** of her spirit seemed to momentarily halt the dickgirl's stretching of her asshole. Their eyes locked, and Lois felt that somehow they were caught in a momentary battle of wills...and she poured all she had into that staring contest.

Angelica Blaze blinked first.

"A-alright, slut," the dickgirl took a breath, chest heaving. She took a step back, her cock sliding out of the reporter's pussy. It stood out in front of her, harder than before, and dripping from the soaked, freshly-spunked cunny it had been plugging. "If that's the way you want it, bend over that toilet and I'll ream yo—"

The reporter leapt into Blaze's arms. The dickgirl caught her instinctively as the reporter's legs wrapped around her waist, as Lois Lane's hands gripped her shoulders. Their eyes met once again as Lois sank down, wiggling her butt until she felt the tip of the cock against her asshole.

"I don't just bend over for anybody."

Her legs loosened, and the reporter's weight pressed down. In one smooth movement, the reporter slid down on that cock...and nearly screamed. Fingers bit deep into the dickgril's shoulders, and it was all the reporter could do not to clench her asshole, to just hold it there. She knew she must have taken most of the cock at once—not all of it, but enough to stretch her virgin hole to new horizons.

Angelica Blaze stood there, her hands holding up the reporter's thighs. Both were speechless in that moment as they got used to their situation. Lois closed her eyes, **** herself to relax. Her ass didn't hurt as badly as she had thought; Blaze's fingers had loosened her up, and the cock was wet enough to lubricate the sudden insertion.

In the silence, the dickgirl spoke.

"By all the gods of darkness," Blaze said. "I could almost love a slut like you."

"You were talking all that good shit a minute ago," Lois said. "Is that all you are? Talk?"