End: All Night Long

Trapped on the bed. Handcuffed. Blindfolded. Pussy and ass stuffed, buzzing away. It was the most ecstatic **** of Lois Lane's life...

...and despite what Angelica Blaze said, she couldn't just leave her captive alone.

Nails scraped against the bound woman's inner thigh. Small kisses across her breasts led to a soft tongue lick the sweat from the reporter's collarbone. Love-bites on Lois' neck as the hands curled around to squeeze the reporter's ass. Teeth bit and gently pulled at the reporter's lower lip. Long, slow kissed down Lois Lane's sternum...her stomach...until by the time it reached her crotch, Lois was shaking...and then those lips kissed her clit.

Lois Lane was shaken to her core as hr back arched and her pussy and ass squeezed on the vibrating eggs. Her thighs shook, unable to stop, hot juice sprayed out over her lover...her tormentor...and Angelica Blaze laughed and tickled her toes.

It was a long night, and the longer because the blindfold made it more difficult for Lois to judge the time. Angelica was endlessly creative in her ministrations. Ice cubes ran down the reporter's arms, and brought up to her lips so that the thirsty reporter could suck them into nothingness. Hot cock pressed into her face, and Lois sucked it blindly., only to be pulled out of the reporter's mouth before the final...

Because Lois could feel that fapping sound as Angelica Blaze desperately beat her meat. The hot rain that spurted onto her pussy. The jizz dripping down into her stuffed, vibrating cunt, where the eggs churned it into a forth. Until Lois felt like a nasty mess, and Blaze rubbed her cockhead over every inch of her, even tickling her armpits and forcing her dickhead against the reporter's nostrils, as if to mark the reporter as her own.

Until at last...one by one, the batteries in the vibrating eggs died. The room grew quiet except for their heavy breathing...and Angelica Blaze pressed her body against Lois Lane's own. Their tongues met...and all that time Lois had no thought as to why she originally came here her on her night out, but tired and exhausted from the all-night fuck fest, she had only one burning question.

"Do you think we could do this again, sometime?"

"Of course, sweetmeat," Blaze promised as she unlocked the handcuffs. The light was off, so as to not hurt the reporter's eyes as the dickgirl pulled off her blindfold. "Whenever you want."

Lois Lane lay in her arms, sexually and physically exhausted. Sleep eluded her, the reporter's mind buzzing over a million questions she had failed to ask. She knew that she had failed to do what she had set out tonight...yet it was such a failure as she had scarcely dreamed of, even in her adolescent wet dreams.

There will be tomorrow night, Lois Lane promised herself, to find those missing women.

In the darkness Blaze smiled, sure that Lois Lane had just taken her first step down a path of corruption which had only one end...but which one of them was right, and how they would go forward with their relationship, that is another story.