End: Lois Gives In To Her Addiction

Lois Lane found her mouth was open. She felt the line of drool trickle down from the corner of her lips. The reporter fell down to her knees, mouth full of saliva. To gasp in air. To taste it. Just to taste...

The tip of her tongue touched that salty drop, and the reporter's sweaty body shivered. Her eyes rolled up in her head. It wasn't an orgasm. It was...something else. Something more primal. Like after a long run, sucking down Gatorade, replenishing all those electrolytes. The reporter's stomach growled, and she mewled a little as her tongue swirled over the swollen head.

In her mind, it felt like a communion. Sipping from the chalice at church. Taking the blood of Christ into her body. Yet what it was, and she knew this, was her lips wrapped her teeth, sliding up and down a strange cock, her tongue squirming around and around the head. Her hands clawed at the cold tile, a catlike cry of incessant need in her throat as the last flimsy vestige of civil demeanor fell away.

She needed cock. She needed cum.

It was worse than quitting caffeine, or weaning herself off of pain meds after that time she had broken her leg and ended up in the hospital. Lois Lane's cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard—this wasn't like blowing a boyfriend to get him hard, or to clear the pipes after sex. This was like a hummingbird dipping its beak into the blossom of a flower. A life-or-**** need for sustenance. Lois could almost taste it...

Then she did.

The salty hot load hit the back of the reporter's throat and she swallowed. She shook and moaned, rubbed her breasts against the cold tile. The heat between her legs was a living thing, but all she could focus on was sucking more and more and more...and before Lois was finished, the cock pulled back...leaving Lois panting, satisfied, but **** for more...

"If you're like," a voice said through the hole in the wall. "We can do this again. Tomorrow night. Meet me for a run on the track. Midnight sharp."

Lois swallowed. Her heart hammered in her chest. "O-okay," she said.

Then they were gone. Lois looked through the hole, but it was dark. The piece of tile had been put back into place. The reporter took the hint and picked up the fallen tile on her side and slid it back where it belonged.

Lois Lane licked her lips as her body settled down. A part of her couldn't believe she had done that. Another part of her couldn't believe she was going to do it again. The reporter ran the events of the night over and over again in her head as she showered, changed, and walked home. Something had changed in her, she knew...and there was still the bottle full of cum back in her apartment to deal with, and this strange new thirst. This addiction.

The night was dark, and Lois Lane walked lonely streets. She ran her mind back over all the decisions of this night, that had led her to where she was now. Thought about what she could have done differently...but the past was the past. It was not in her power to go back and turn left instead of right. Her hunger was sated for the moment, but Lois knew that it would be back tomorrow...and the day after...and her worries now were focused on the future, and the steady stream of cum she would need to live.