Blaze Helps Lois Pee

Lois Lane's teeth were on edge as she hand-walked out the Black Door and down the little corridor to the bathroom, sure at any moment that someone would catch her been wheelbarrow-fucked, Blaze holding onto her legs and not letting her cock out of the reporter's snatch for a moment.

So it was with a sense of relief that Lois pushed open the little door and felt cool tile under her palms, the light coming out automatically with some motion sensor. And no one had been around to see their embarrassment.

It was a small bathroom, but relatively clean. There was a urinal for men and a toiler for either sex, a sink and a polished square of steel bolted to the wall for a mirror. No hand dryer, but a roll of brown paper towels with an empty trash-bin beneath. A spot of rust here and there, cracked and dirty grout, but there was no smell and no human debris that Lois could see.

"Alright, I really do have to pee," Lois said. "Just let me down and..."

The reporter groaned as Blaze suddenly shifted her grip on her legs and leaned backward. Lois scrabbled to find her balance but the demonic dickgirl was lifting the reporter up, pinning her legs against her shoulders. Mad as a cat, Lois tried to twist, hips aching...and then she saw what Blaze intended and stopped.

Cock still firmly in cunt, the reporter's pussy was now face-front...and pointed toward the urinal.

"This is a bad idea," Lois groaned.

"You said you had to go," Blaze teased, angling Lois so that her bare feet almost touched the wall. "So go."

Have you ever tried to take a piss, when someone else was watching? Now imagine having to pee on command in an unfamiliar position, with impaled on a demonic dong. Still, Lois could see no point in arguing. They were already here, and she had few things left to hide from the demon.

Lois closed her eyes and tried to relax. The urethra was above the entrance to the vagina. The reporter reached around with her fingers and carefully pulled her labia away from the little hole, hoping she wouldn't make a mess. She had peed standing up a few times before, but never in this position.

Her mind worked through the little ritual of relaxation and flexing of internal muscles, trying to let her bladder pressure do most of the work, conscious always of Blaze holding her, unmoving except for the pulse of her cock inside her pussy...

"Let it go," Blaze whispered.

She did.

Lois felt the burn of the urine spraying out, heard the liquid tinkle on porcelain. Her cheeks burned in utter embarrassment at this humiliation. It was bad enough to be fucked like some cheap slut, but to be **** to piss was the ultimate...

The reporter's eyes burst open as Blaze grunted softly behind her. The hands shifted sweatily on Lois Lane's legs, the cock seemed to thicken slightly and shift within her and...

No, she wouldn't. Lois thought. Not inside me, not now, not...

Then Blaze did.