Blaze Keeps Everyone On Script

The men had formed two long lines.

Lois Lane sat in a chair between Jenny Dunlap and Diana Reynolds. Lana Lang sat between Tonya Wong and Mara de la Cruz. Back straight, facing the cameras. Angelica Blaze sat in her director's chair and at the call of "Action!" the first two men sat up.

The reporter had a front-row seat as the hard cock walked forward. It was always kind of funny to see a naked dick, in a well-lit room. So small and fragile-looking, especially on bulky, muscular frames that had been fresh-shaved to try and make the pricks look bigger. There was no foreplay, no kissing. He just walked right up and used one hand to aim the prick into Diana Reynold's pussy...like inserting tab A into slot B...and then it was off to the races, the bare buttocks plunging, the cock sliding in and out of the cunt, hands on either side of Diana to support himself...

It was less than four minutes when he blew his load into her. No money shot, just a couple of almost-silent grunts. He pulled out, a single white drop visible on the pink shaven puss.

Angelica snapped her fingers and pointed at Lois. The reporter quickly planted her knees on a pad in front of Diana, and brought her face down.

It's just a pussy, Lane, Lois told herself. And it was, indeed, just a little pink slit, slightly parted now, lightly flushed and powdered, and Lois brought her lips down and slurped the sticky, bitter, salty cream out of the young woman's pie.

"Get it all," the woman said, just loud enough for Lois to hear. "If I win this, I'll split the money with you."

Sixty seconds of cuntlicking doesn't sound like much, until you try it. The timer ticked down, and to her right Lois could hear Jenny getting her first dick. Lois tried to focus on the cunt at hand, pushing her tongue in deep, heart pounding in excitement...

A buzzer rang. Lois drew her sticky chin off the pussy and pulled away. Behind her, the next stud was walking up, stroking his dick. These guys were being paid by the load, not by the minute.

Jenny's first stud was pulling away already...a quick shot...and Lois breathlessly took her place between those outspread knees, the slim dancer's legs held firmly in the stirrups, and she brought her still-wet tongue down on that spunk-filled pussy. A part of Lois Lane wondered if she wasn't like a bee, spreading pollen from flower to flower. That some sperm might stay in her mouth from one pussy to the other. A part of her wondered what it would be like, to hold the sperm from Diana's pussy and spit it in Jenny's...and wondered too if Lana was thinking the same thing.

Yet Lois Lane didn't do that. She stayed on script, the watchful eyes of the director upon her. Lois and Lana had been hired for one job, to lick those pussies clean.

The night wore on. Lois Lane's jaw grew tired, her tongue thick. The cocks rotated through, the men on their second shot taking longer to cum, and Lois was glad of it, as it gave her a chance to rest, to drink water and gargle some of the sperm taste away. Despite her efforts, she couldn't keep some of it off of her face, or from dripping onto her outfit. Dried droplets of jizz were on her starched white collar, on the clear white cotton of her button-up blouse, even on the short black miniskirt that didn't come down to her knees...even on her black frame glasses.

Lois spared a glance over at Lana. The redhead looked oddly tired and yet exhilarated, sweat stains beneath her armpits, the hose worn and torn on her knees.

The buzzer sounded. Like Pavlov's dog, Lois Lane dropped to her knees, face pressing once more into Diana's pussy, which now looked inflamed, the flaps unable to close properly, old jizz she had missed melding with fresh cum. The reporter's stomach felt queasy from all that she had swallowed already...but this is what they had signed up for, and she was determined to keep it up until the end.

As she once more plunged her tongue into the familiar cunt, however, something new happened...something that couldn't have been scripted...the pussy in front of her spasmed and shook and...