End: Lois Sits on Her Face

Lois Lane stood up and turned around. She gestured toward the toilet seat. Angelica got the idea. Sitting down on the floor, Blaze laid the back of her head on the rim of the bowl, staring up at the arch of the reporter's legs, the crease of her cunt emphasizing the gravid swell of her stomach.

"I'm going to help you." The reporter said. "Because it's the right thing to do, and because it looks like in a couple of months I'm going to need another set of hands to help care for the baby. So I'll give you a place to stay and feed you and all of that. And in exchange...you take care of me."

The reporter dropped down into a kind of squat. Blaze's mouth opened, tongue extended so that it slid straight into the reporter's slit as her weight bore down on the former demon's face.

"This isn't an all-you-can-fuck buffet." The reporter said as her carefully trimmed pubic hair tickled Blaze's nostrils. "You're going to earn your keep. No villainy, no schemes. And if I tell you to shave my cunt because I can't see it because of your bastard in my belly, or change a diaper because the kid is screaming and I'm on a deadline, you don't give me any shit, okay Angie?"

Blaze's tongue swirled in the hot, sticky hole. Lapped at Blaze's cunt like a dog with a jar of peanut butter. Lois stared down, wondering how many weeks she had before she wouldn't even be able to see Angelica's face from this position. The dickgirl beneath her raised one hand, thumb pointed up.

Lois Lane sighed. She really did like having her pussy aten out. Nasty slurping sounds came from below her stomach, and the reporter began to slowly grind her pussy against the face beneath her.

I could get used to this.

"It's not going to be so bad." Lois said. "I'm not a monster. You take care of my sexual needs, and I'll take care of yours. I mean, I'm already pregnant. I can't get more pregnant."

Angelica Blaze put up both of her hands. Two thumbs up.

The reporter reached down and grabbed the toilet seat for support as she humped Angelica's face. It felt as if she was trying to shove her clitoris up Blaze's nose, but it was working. Lois could feel her body heating up, far faster than normal.

Must be pregnancy hormones, the reporter told herself. She didn't normally get this excited, this fast. Her hips jerked, and that heaven;y tongue was sliding in and out, in and out, running all around the entrance to her canal, and before Lois knew it her arms began to shake and her ass quaked, back arching as she threw back her head and moaned, long and loud and deep, so that it echoed through the empty halls...and a hot squirt of her juice sprayed all over the former demon's face.

When she could, Lois stood...and beneath her, Angelica gasped for breath, face flushed and sticky...and oddly, kind of happy.

"Okay Lois," Angelica said when she could breathe again. "You're the boss."

"And don't you forget it." The reporter said. "Now, let's go home. And when we get there...maybe I'll help you take care of that."

The pregnant woman didn't have to point at the stiff cock pointing into the air. It wiggled provocatively...but if Blaze was anything, she was patient. She could wait.

After all, there were far worse fates to the end of a long, bad night than the prospect of sticking her dick in a pregnant Lois Lane.