End: Lois Lane Is Hungry For Pussy

Desire burned inside Lois Lane. She could feel the pins and needles of the spell in her brain, reshaping her to fuel her desires. The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter could feel herself becoming more and more of a submissive lesbian slut...

...but not a stupid one.

"Your pussy looks so tasty," Lois Lane said. "Can I taste it?"

"Yeah...bury your face in my muff!" Diesel grunted. "Do it!"

Permission granted, the reporter eagerly pushed forward. Her twin tongue-studs lapped at the tangy, salty slit. Diesel was clean, but athleisure wear still trapped sweat in the creases and folds of the cunt, and with it that heady feminine smell. Lois found herself squeezing her new friend's ass, lifting the muscular butt so that she could get better access at that cunny.

"Yeah...just like that..." Diesel moaned as the reporter's split tongue did its best to try and wrap around her clit.

"I could lick you better if you turn around," Lois said.

The musclebound, tattooed lesbian quickly followed the suggestion. Lois allowed herself a smile. She could almost feel how hard it would be to try and disobey DIesel's commands...the reporter was, after all, a submissive slut...but there was such a thing as topping from the bottom.

As soon as Diesel's cunt was back in view, Lois dove on it. Her upper lip clamped right above the stiff little clit and Lois sucked on that pussy. The split tongue twisted around the sensitive little nodule...the Sapphic strongwoman had obviously been on edge before Lois began playing with her pussy, because it didn't take long for those muscular buttocks to quiver, the thick-thewed thighs to shake, and Diesel's hands pressed against the back of the reporter's head as if to **** her not to stop...though Lois had no intention of stopping.

Nor did she, even as Diesel slid down the wall, and Lois had to get on her hands and knees to lick her pussy as the dyke's ass hit the floor.

"Oh, fuck," Diesel said. "Fuck me."

Lois licked her lips like a cat. Her violet eyes stared at Diesel's. It was an opening.

"I'd love to," the reporter purred. "If you'll help me with one little thing..."

Which was how the elevator lurched back into life. How Diesel found herself carrying a grimoire out of the club, with a busty, big-assed, tattooed, pierced, dark-skinned slut hanging off her arm. And how, in bits and pieces on the way back to the reporter's apartment, Lois Lane came to explain to her lover what had happened this evening, and how she had come to be this way.

"So..." Diesel said. "You want to find a spell in there to turn you back?"

The musclebound lesbian couldn't help but hide the disappointment in her voice. Lois grinned.

"Do you want me to turn back?"

Diesel blinked. "Uh...I kind of was hoping we'd fuck."

"Me too," Lois said, as she stood up and pulled off her shirt to reveal the soft, heavy tits with the pierced nipples. The matte black tattoos made an elegant contrast to the reporter's dark brown skin. "I don't know if I can go back from being a submissive pussy-licking slut, Di. Not anymore. What I want...what I need...is someone I can trust. Someone who can work with me. I want you to be that person."

Lois could almost feel the spell stretch out. She stared into Diesel's eyes and wondered if she too felt the pins-and-needles sensation in her brain. Rewiring her from the inside out. A little more sexually aggressive, a little more protective...

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll help you babe," Diesel said. Then she grinned. "But right now, I want you to get your ass in bed. We're gonna fuck until dawn!"

Like a good submissive slut, Lois Lane was eager to fulfill her wish.

She didn't know what would happen tomorrow—how people would react to her new look, her new attitude, or her new girlfriend. Yet she had the book, which Lois was convinced was connected to the missing women. So her night out was not a total loss...and as she shared a kiss with Diesel, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter reflected that there were much worse ways this night could have gone.