End: Lois Lane Cums On Blaze's Cock

Lois Lane shook as the dickgirl's cock plugged her pussy, and the dickgirl's hand pressed down, right above her bladder. Caught between the two, the reporter's poor bladder couldn't take it. Even though she struggled. Even though she sobbed. Trembled. Her pisshole burned as the steady trickle turned into a hot wet stream...

...and that wasn't the worst of it.

The reporter felt it coming. The way her pussy tightened. Her breath came in short gasps. Nipples hard and stiff. The excitement, the anticipation that grew every moment from the extra stimulation of Blaze's hands, of that thick cock in her cunny after so long, of being **** to do something so embarrassing. Like Lois Lane had lost all control of herself.

Then she did. Her pussy clamped down so tight that Blaze swore, a keening hiss burst from the reporter's lips. A slow, electric wave convulsed from her crotch and through her body. Every muscle seemed to contract. Her spine stiffened, her head jerked back and even though she closed her eyes, Lois saw silver stars explode in her vision.

Lois Lane felt the world move around her. She sagged limp against Angelica Blaze's body...and when she opened her eyes, the confused reporter found herself in her own bathroom in her own apartment.

"That was pretty hot," Blaze whispered into the naked reporter's ear. "But I think you have a little more in you."

The reporter could only moan as Blaze's hands pressed down harder...and pale golden streak of piss made a perfect arc into the open toilet beneath her. Until even that died down to a dribble. Golden drops that ran over the dickgirl's cock. Dripped over her balls.

Balls that began to pulse.

Blaze's mouth found the reporter's as the hot jizz pumped into the reporter's unprotected cunt. Lois Lane was too tired to complain, to ask her to pull out. The reporter moaned around the dickgirl's tongue as the cock inside of her pulsed and throbbed. Felt the hot, wetness **** itself out around the still-stiff prick, to drip into the toilet below.

When she was finished, Blaze set the naked reporter's ass on the edge of the sink. Post-climax languor, combined with the exertions of the night, made the reporter's eyes heavy. She stared at the dick, still stained with piss and cum, and her pussy began to ache. All of that had been inside of her.

"You promised," Lois murmured sleepily. Not even able to focus on how they had gotten from underneath the club to her apartment. "I can't...I can't afford to get pregnant."

The dickgirl chuckled as she slid down onto her knees, and spread the reporter's thighs wide.

"No worries, sweetmeat. I won't get you pregnant. Not yet. Not until you beg me to. I'm sure we'll have much more fun before that happens..."

Blaze leaned in and kissed the reporter's cum-filled cunt. Then the tongue began to swirl, to scrape. Lois swallowed hard, grimaced at the thought of her piss-stained pussy being cleaned like this...but Blaze didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it. Her tongue kept going back to the reporter's poor urethra. Pressed against the little hole again and again. The reporter's aching bladder felt like it couldn't squeeze a little drop, but there was a tiny itch in there, where Lois wanted to try.

Questions burned through Lois Lane's mind. She knew now that Angelica Blaze wasn't who or what she had presented herself to be. Lois wondered how much of her adventure beneath the club had been real, and how much had been illusion. When had they returned to her apartment? Where were her clothes? Was Blaze behind the missing women? So many questions...but Lois was exhausted. Exhausted and moaning softly as the tongue delved deeper and deeper, inhumanly long as it touched even the deepest parts of her pusy. To leave not a trace of Blaze's sperm inside of the well-fucked hole.

Yet always the tongue went back to the reporter's urethra. Touched it, pressed against it, stimulated it. Lois moaned as it began to burn, as an itch spread down the line toward her bladder.

Blaze hummed to herself as she made a few little changes that Lois would discover later. All in all, the demon considered this a successful night out. Lois Lane had not given herself to the demon completely, but she was well on the way to falling under Blaze's power...and there was so much more fun that Blaze could have with Lois Lane's newly awakened fetish.

Yet that is another story.