Blaze Is Not Done

"Fuck, that was nasty," Lois said when she could talk again. Breathing hard, she swore she could feel the mass of spunk still inside her fresh-fucked cunt. Angelica was still hard, her cock lodged deep inside the reporter's pussy.

Slowly, the dickgirl slid her hand out of the reporter's ass. Sliding her clean arm under the reporter's legs, Blaze lifted the reporter and carried her over to the sink. Lois was barely cognizant of it. Her asshole twitched, feeling empty, he rim of it burning. She had never been fisted up the ass before. Never been fucked that hard before.

The running of the tap caught her attention. Angelica was leaning against the sink, washing her hand.

"Hey," Lois said. "Set me down."

"Why?" The dickgirl made no move to do as Lois asked.

"So...look, this is fun and all, and I want your number so we can do it again sometime," Lois said. "But I came here for a different reason than getting fucked."

"Yeah?" Blaze carried her over to the paper towels, ripped off a roll. Rough paper dabbed at the reporter's asshole. Lois winced, knowing she'd be seeing blood on the toilet paper later...but knowing that it was probably worth it.

The reporter was honestly impressed that the dickgirl was still hard. Few transsexuals in her experience had much of a sex drive, and she'd never known any men that were still ready to go after shooting their wad. Impressed with her strength too; Lois weighed a hundred and twenty-five pounds, and Blaze was carrying her around like she was nothing more than a giant teddy bear with a sloppy fuckhole.

"That's a matter of opinion," Blaze said, carrying the reporter back into the stall. The dickgirl sat down on the toilet, her cock still firmly embedded in the reporter's cunt, hands on Lois Lane's hips to let her know that they weren't done here.

"So why did you come here?" Angelica Blaze asked as she started to lift the limp and unresisting reporter up and done on her cock, stirring the fresh coat of jizz inside of the reporter's overflowing cunt.

Lois hesitated. She barely knew Angelica. Had no real reason to trust her. But she could tell that there was no way she was getting out of this without telling the dickgirl something.