End: Leroy Needs More Convincing

The giant Black nerd sucked his lower lip in. His glasses were steamy. His dick hung over the edge of his pants. Lois could still taste him in her mouth...feel his jizz slide down her throat...but she didn't care. She stared at him with single-minded intensity, trying to will him to tell her what she wanted to know.

"I...I really shouldn't Margot," Leroy said. "My boss, she's...not really human."

Lois grinned. Her hands reached into his pants and pulled out his hairy, sweaty balls. Silently preparing herself for what she needed to do, she began to massage his dick. He had just cum, so he wasn't going to spew again for at least a few minutes. Time enough to get him in the mood.

"Tell me about her. What's her name?"

His pudgy fingers gripped the edges of his chair.

"Well, she calls herself Angelica Blaze, but I did a little digging online, and...well, there's been a woman calling herself that name, or a variation of it, going back at least three hundred years! Frankly, I think she's a metahuman. Maybe...immortal."

"Hmm-hmm," Lois said. She peeled his foreskin back and licked his urethra. It wasn't so bad this time. Bitter, sure, but her blowjob had cleaned it up. Holding his foreskin back with two fingers, she used her free hand to stroke his cock and fondle his balls. A few licks of the sensitive underside of his glans and the prick began to respond very nicely...and Leroy, quivering in anticipation, answered all of her questions.

The brothel was apparently just a cover for some cult or coven which Blaze headed. Leroy had watched everything on the security cameras. Boss-lady didn't understand much about technology, but she appreciated how he'd wire up cameras all throughout the club and the brothel; he handled the website, too...even her online banking. It gave her time to pursue her real interests...

"The women that come to work here...they're ****, somehow. Like, just addicted to jizz. I think Miss Blaze did something to them. She's got this special liquid called XXX. Thinks I don't know about it, but I listen in on everything. I've seen her order the barmaid to mix it into some drinks..." He swallowed hard. "...including yours, Margot."

He sounded guilty...and he was hard now. Lois stood up...and pulled down her pants and panties. Leroy's eyes bugged out behind his glasses.

"You're a smart man, Leroy," the reporter said. Her pussy quivered. She wasn't sure why, but she needed this dick. "I'll bet you did more than watch and listen. I'll bet you recorded it too. All that evidence."

He shook...but he didn't disagree with her. With exaggerated grace, Lois settled onto his lap...her flat stomach against his huge fat gut. One hand gripped the back of the chair, while the other guided his stiff prick to her ass, hoping it was wet enough...

"Why...why did you do it?" She half-moaned, eyes closed as she pressed his swollen cockhead against her sore asshole...but all the action it had seen tonight had made it looser than it would have been. It stretched easily over the dark head...and Lois gasped as the hard, hot meat filled her ass. It hurt a little...but it was also really...strangely arousing.

"I...I needed the money. My mom...she can't work anymore...health issues...and it's hard, being a Black man working in security...nobody trusts you..."

Lois Lane nodded. Leroy was a good boy after all.

The chair squeaked alarmingly as Lois gently bucked back and forth. She couldn't take his whole dick—not from this position—but neither did she have to. Just the tip of his fat cock in his ass was more interaction with a woman than he'd ever had...and by the time he finally filled her ass with his second ejaculation of the night, he was ready to do anything she asked, and was probably ready to ask him to marry her.

She felt his eyes on her ass as she pulled her pants up, his hot load squishy and sticky in her sore asshole. Lois knew that she was going to need an ice pack when she got home. Her poor ass had really gotten a workout, between Leroy, her earlier customer, and when she had broken down and fingered her ass in the shower. In truth, Lois wondered how much of tonight's sexual escapades were the result of bad luck, bad choices, or whatever aphrodisiac that Leroy thought this Blaze had dosed the reporter with...but Lois knew, deep down inside, that putting Leroy's cock in her ass had been her choice. One she could live with.

A slim plastic thumbdrive was in his big brown hand. He looked at Lois with an unreadable expression.

"Will I...see you again?" He said, as he pressed it into her palm.

Lois smiled.

"The next time I need a big black cock in my ass, I'll give you a call." she promised.

And that might be sooner than you think, Lois thought to herself as she knelt down to kiss him on the lips...and then she was gone. Out into Metropolis, out into the night. She had found the story she was after...and she had made a friend. For Lois Lane, that was a double win for her night out.