End: Lois Wants To See That Condom Filled Like A Balloon And Drink It

The reporter responded by turning her ass towards Blaze and stepping backward. The hard cock slid between Lois Lane's thighs, her pussy resting on the hot meat. Lois could actually feel the heat of it on her cunny...and she marveled at how long and thick the cock seemed to be. Pressing her ass against Angelica Blaze's crotch, the cock still stick out four inches. Lois could grab the whole thing with her hand.

As a young woman, Lois had a specific image of a situation like this. It was something she had read about in one of her father's adult magazines, which he thought were carefully hidden in his closet, and which she would read under the covers with a flashlight during her senior year at highschool, drinking in the absurd sexual situations that filled the letter columns. As a grown woman, years later, Lois had recognized that those letters were fantasy...but that didn't remove the image from one particular bit that had stayed in her head all these long years, and now...now maybe she could actually do it.

"I want to jerk you off," Lois said. "I want...I want to see you cum. Fill this condom up like a balloon...and drink it."

Her cheeks burned to say the words out loud. She'd made love with many men, none of whom had been this well hung...sucked her fair share of dicks. Yet never in her life had Lois been able to actually confront that long-held desire. To make it happen.

Blaze let her chin rest on the reporter's right shoulder. Her hands came down to rest against Lois Lane's thighs.

"If that's what you want," the dickgirl said. "No one else will come in. Go on. Do it."

Lois grabbed the cock near the head, careful not to squeeze it too hard, lest she hurt it...and she began to slide her pussy back and forth. It was only a few inches of travel, but the heat and hardness of that long length of cock felt good on her slobbering slit, and the reporter drank in the sight of her labia splayed on either sign of it, the big blue vein that ran down its length clearly visible through the ultrathin condom...

The dickgirl's hands rose up the reporter's thighs, and Lois did nothing to stay them, focused as she was, her right hand rubbing the head of that swollen dick, her thighs squeezing the hard cock, left hand rubbing at her clit. Blaze's hands came up on either side of the reporter's flat stomach, tickled over her ribs, and ran over the small, soft breasts, until the fingers teased and toyed at the nipples, which were now swollen and hard.

"Does it feel good?" Blaze asked.

"Y-yeah," Lois swallowed, suddenly thirsty. "Are you close?"

"Soon," Blaze promised, her hips pressing against the reporter's buttocks as she began to hump the reporter's thighs. "I'd rather cum inside your tight little slit, but if this is what you want..."

The hands clasped the reporter's breasts suddenly, tightly. Forcing Lois against the dickgirl's own small chest. Blaze's hips bucked once, twice, sliding hard and fierce against the reporter's slit...and then Lois saw it. Whiteness exploded into the reservoir tip at the very end of the column. The dickgirl grunted, gently, so low it was almost subaudible, and Lois felt in her chest, Blaze's whole body vibrating with each spurt....and the tip of the condom bloated and sagged, the swollen head lost in the cloudy whiteness.

The reporter was amazed at the amount of it. The tip of the condom sagged, wobbling and hanging off the tip of the dick, and still Blaze slid her dick back and forth across Lois Lane's pussy, squeezing out every thick, quivering drop...and finally the dickgirl sighed.

"I want to watch you," the dickgirl said, quietly. "Peel it off and empty it into your mouth. Like a good girl."

Lois should have bridled at those words...but instead, her tits still crushed in the dickgirl's grip, the reporter reached down and began to peel the thin, translucent condom off the monstrous cock, which came off like a second skin...and holding the palmful of jizz in her hand, felt the heat of it. With trepidation and excitement, Lois brought it up to her lips...put the edges of it against her teeth...and then pinched the tip and raised it up suddenly, to empty the whole thing into her mouth at once.

It was like chugging soy sauce, so salty and bitter that Lois would have gagged right then and there...except that Blaze's teeth nibbled at her ear, and Lois swallowed, convulsively, the hot, stinging goo sliding down her throat with an oddly familiar flavor, leaving behind a clinging film.

"Was it good for you?" Blaze asked.

Lois took the condom from her mouth. She could feel the slimy good coating her throat, a mass of seed on its way down to her stomach.

"Yes," the reporter said.

"Hmm. Well, perhaps you should come back tomorrow...for more. Unless you've found everything you came here for already?"

Lois Lane licked her lips. She knew what the dickgirl was offering...and Lois felt the softening cock rub against her thigh, the drooling head leaving an arc of goo. The reporter had no doubt that Blaze had not given up on burying that hard prick inside of her.

"Tomorrow night," Lois said. "I'll come."

"And so will I," the dickgirl promised.

Blaze let her go. The reporter was so shaken from the experience that she left the club-beneath-a-club swiftly, her investigation temporarily forgotten. The demonic dickgirl smiled to herself. A seed had been planted...and in the nights to come, Blaze would do her best to water it until it bloomed within Lois Lane. Yet that is the story of future nights, and for now, Lois Lane's night out was at an end.