Choo-Choo

The reporter felt her chest tighten as Angelica Blaze stepped forward. No condom on the sizable prick between her legs. The shemale ran the cock up and over Lois Lane's clitoris, until the balls rested against the reporter's labia.

"What kind of club is this?" Lois gasped.

"This is where women come when they want to become mommies," Blaze told her. "This is where trans girls come to blow their last load before the operation, where **** co-eds come for a taste of the sins of the big city so long denied to them. For many the Black Door is a place of sexual danger and release...and for a few, like you and your mother, it's a place of hope."

The dickgirl's smile widened. "So tell me, Lois Lane. Are you ready to get knocked up?"

"What if I say no?" Lois gasped, her arms and legs flexing for a moment against the women that held her.

"Then you're free. Nothing holds you here. Everyone is willing," the smile twisted into a leer. "But of course, if you don't get knocked up here and now, your mother will go with you through that door."

Lois Lane gave the matter a moment's thought. She looked Angelica Blaze in the eye.

"Fuck a baby into me," the reporter said.

"Gladly."

Hands on the reporter's thighs, Blaze brought her cock up to the well-lubed pussy and slid into it with surpassing ease. Despite her bravado and determination, Lois Lane's heart hammered against her breastbone as this strange woman pushed her cock into the reporter's cunt. It wasn't very thick, but it was long, and it hit deep, almost uncomfortably so.

Blaze was surprisingly business like. She slid her cock in until it couldn't go any further, then pulled it back and did it again. Her hands rubbed the reporter's thighs, and her mouth whispered strane words, but her face was for the most part impassive except for a slight smile, like a woman who knows a secret no one else does, and there was no foreplay, no caresses or whispers, no playing with the reporter's clit or telling her how beautiful she was. The closest that Blaze came to that was to wave one hand over the reporter's stomach, tracing a curious glyph with a finger on the skin, and Lois caught the whisper "...Shub-Niggurath..."

That was all. Angelica Blaze wasn't making love to Lois Lane. She was fucking her. And there was a line behind her.

Within minutes, the dickgirl's face was flushed, and she began to pump harder. Lois Lane saw the dark pupils in those eyes dilate, the hips thrust with more ****, and the cock stayed in her cunt longer and longer, the dick speeding up its ****, and now Blaze was panting a little and she stared Lois Lane right in the eyes as she began to grunt...and deep, deep within her, Lois felt something at the back of her pussy, like an itch she couldn't scratch.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Angelica Blaze pulled out. Her cock was still stiff, and the tip of it was dripping with cum. She turned aside.

"Next!"