End: Blow It All Over My Insides

The words tumbled out of the drunken reporter's lips in a breathless rush. Her excitement was near its peak. In that moment, she didn't care about consequences. All she wanted was the perfect end to this nasty, hot night. She wanted to feel that spunk paint her womb white, wanted to feel that nasty jizz deep inside of her where she could never get out.

The dickgirl chuckled.

"Good answer, slut."

The word burned into Lois Lane's brain. Her pussy tightened, squeezing against the invading cock.

"Cunt." The dickgirl whispered, one hand moving to the reporter's throat.

"Aah!" Lois moaned, her hands gripping the toilet in a white-knuckle grip as she pushed her hips back to meet the pounding thrusts. The reporter's stomach heaved as all the cum and booze inside was stirred up by the driving fuck.

"Cock-socket."

"Uh. Uh." Lois could feel her gorge rise, but the dickgirl's fingers moved up to the reporter's mouth, pulling at the corner of the reporter's lips, salty, dirty, filthy fingers invading Lois lane's mouth, forcing her mouth open, the tongue hanging out.

"Cum-bucket."

The dickgirl's other hand let go of the reporter's shoulder and pressed onto the other side of Lois Lane's mouth, which was now **** open, body facing the hard metal mechanism at the back of the toilet.

"Lick it, toilet slut. Lick that fucking toilet while I fill your nasty fuckhole with my spunk!"

The voice was low, barely a whisper, but Lois could hear the panting desperation, the excitement. Even utterly in control, Lois could tell that the hard cock pummelling her pussy—no her nasty little fuckhole—was getting off on the reporter's degradation almost as much as Lois was herself.

Lois Lane's pink tongue stretched out...there were stains on the metal, from where sweaty asses had pressed against it, from where pissing dickgirls had missed, maybe even cumstains from bathroom fuckfests like this one. The reporter couldn't guess the last time that the toilet had been cleaned, what nasty diseases might still remain there.

Her tongue touched the cold metal. She could feel the gritty, salty, bitter piss-stain. Lois ran her tongue over it again and again, the stains dissolving under her saliva, filling her mouth with that nasty scent, that flavor...

Behind her the cock plunged in deep and hard enough to make Lois yelp, the cock punching her cervix painfully. The toilet slut's pussy squeezed tight and then...

The jizz hit her bruised cervix like a hail of birdshit. Lois shook, her cunt spasming uncontrollably as she was pushed over the edge. Her whole body shook as an electric surge of pleasure shot up her spine and seemed to explode behind her eyes, hot breath fogging the cold pipe before her, pussy squirting nasty juice that ran down her thighs and into her pants.

It was the first time in her life that Lois Lane had ever cum with another person...

The dickgirl took a moment panting, grinding her cockhead into Lois Lane's pussy painfully deep. The fingers slipped out ofthe reporter's mouth.

"You still thirsty, you nasty slut? Yeah, sure you are. Turn around."

The cock slid out of the reporter's fresh-fucked cunt. Hands helped turn her over, until the reporter's bare ass was resting on the sticky floor, and Lois Lane's head was resting against the rim of the toilet. Lois was panting, tired, drunk, fucked out, unable to resist, even if she had any desire to as the drooping cock slid down to her mouth.

The dickgirl grabbed the reporter's hair and levered the half-hard dick, sticky with cum and Lois Lane's own pussy juices, into her mouth.

"You know what's good after a nice, hard fuck?" The shemale said to her toilet slut. "A nice, hard piss."

The cock pressed against the back of the reporter's throat. A sudden alarm flooded Lois Lane's system, an image of herself drowning in dickgirl piss...and then the fat testicles were pressed into her chin, the head of the cock stuffed into the back of her throat.

Hot liquid drizzled down the reporter's esophagus. She didn't even have to swallow. The accumulated dark piss of a night's drinking, washing out the last remnants of jizz in the dickgirl's urethra, poured down Lois Lane's throat. Utterly helpless, pussy twitching as spunk spilled out of her fresh-fucked slit, Lois Lane could feel the liquid heat fill her stomach, which was filled to the brim as the hot piss stream down inside of her body.

A deep, heartfelt sigh sounded from above. The dickgirl shook her cock and pulled it out of the reporter's limp and unresisting mouth.

She popped down into a squat before Lois, who lay there limp on the floor. Once again, Lois lane noticed how thin and muscular the dickgirl was—the dark eyes, wild dark hair that fell down her back, the smile like it had been ripped straight from the Mona Lisa, the long, delicate skull like the bust of Nefertiti.

"If I leave you here, you needy little slit," the dark eyes glance with glee. "Every prick and quim in this bar is going to use you as their toilet. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Lois hiccuped and closed her mouth, feeling her gorge rise. She didn't want to puke up this dickgirl's piss.

"Well, don't worry slut. My record is five times in a night...and I'm going to bust every one of those nuts in your nasty little cunt. We've got plenty of booze back at my place, and all night long to fuck."

Strong hands slipped under the reporter's armpits and effortlessly lifted the limp Lois Lane up and over her shoulder.

"Tonight," the dickgirl said. "You're going to be Blaze's bitch."

Lois Lane swallowed. Her head was swimming, but she was still pleasantly buzzed from the tequila...and the air on her bare pussy felt good. She closed her eyes and smiled, wondering how much nastier her night out could get...

...because the night was long, and the morning with all of its regrets and consequences were a long way off.