End: Long and Hard

The most eager, the first to get hard, was on Lois Lane before she knew it. Pushed himself between her legs and the stiff cock squeezed into her snatch. The reporter hadn't been a blushing virgin for a long time, but her bimbo pussy was plump, tight, and sensitive...and the gangbangers around her weren't interested in giving her time to appreciate the sensation of the first strange cock inside of her.

Meaty hands grabbed her wrists and guided her hands to stiff dicks. Automatically, the reporter's arms began to pump, thumb and forefingers closed around the shafts as she stroked them. The bimbo began to feel dizzy...and then a short man clambered onto her chest and practically sat on her tits as he stuffed a short, smelly dick in between her puffy lips.

What followed was a haze. Cocks rammed into her mouth, her pussy. Hot streaks of jizz burst out over her tits; deflated dicks shrunk out of her sore, gaping cunt lips as their hot loads dribbled down. Lois was flipped over so that they could cram their cocks into her ass, white strings of gooey cum were painted on her face as men wiped their cocks across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

She was a tool to them, a hot hole to pour their seed in, a cum bucket. They gave no thought to her pleasure or desire, never asked permission, never cared how hard they pulled at her sore breasts or how red and raw her pussy and ass wet. Time went on and men came and went, and Lois Lane was at the center of the sexual storm...and as much as she could form a single coherent thought as she gasped, jizz spilling out of her mouth as she sucked in air before the next hard shaft slammed into her gaping fuckhole and poked out her cheek was...

Pleasure.

Her cunt and ass were on fire. They squeezed her ****-swollen tits so hard they left bruises. A glob of cum hit her left eye and burned and she couldn't wipe it off because her hands were full of cock, and the bimbo that she was loved it all. Yesterdays and tomorrows were utterly gone, there was only the now, there was only getting fucked...and her eagerness moved the men on into new, perverted heights...

She couldn't scream as a pair of brothers pulled her pussy open to gouge at her sloppy cunt with both the cocks at the same time. Lois Lane coughed hard as a shot of jizz went down the wrong pipe, and the men never broke rhythm, moving her arms so that she would keep stroking them off as she hacked and spat, semen drooling from her nostrils...and her only thanks was the hard slap of a half-hard prick as a man grabbed her hair and gruffly ordered her to lick his ass.

Jizz dripped from Lois Lane's swollen lips as she pressed herself forward...her tongue slid out. The nastier it was, the harder it was, the more it turned her on.

From the sidelines, Blaze watched. Her dark eyes inscrutable, mouth drawn into a thin line. A word was enough to direct the cameras to catch every moment of the performance, ever step of the former reporter's descent from who she had been...to who and what she was becoming.

Yet even a bimbo's strength had to fail. As the men flagged, half-collapsed off camera, their cocks spent...and fewer and fewer of them could raise an erect to stuff into the bimbo's sloppy fuckholes...and Lois Lane was left at last spread-eagle on the mattress, her fat tits rising and falling slowly and steadily as one by one the last few men crawled on top of her to hump the swollen and inflamed cunt from which a torrent of jizz oozed after every visitor had deposited a fresh load of seed into an already overpacked cunt...

The men were gone by morning. Lois was left plastered to the mattress by drying semen. Her tits had shrunken, though still not back to their former size. Her lips were cracked and dry. Alone in the studio, with no one watching, Blaze crawled over the naked, glazed form, to straddle that chest. Grabbed a handful of the reporter's hair and lifted her head so that Lois could open the one eye that wasn't glue shut by cum.

The hot spray that burst out over the reporter's lips stung. The swelling had gone down. Her dry tongue was washed by the devil's piss...and something stirred in Blaze's breast as she saw the helpless, fucked-out reporter come dimly to consciousness once more.

"The first taste is free. If you want more of that," Blaze whispered hoarsely. "Come see me. But you'll have to work for it. And I won't go so easy on you, next time."

Blaze rose...and left Lois Lane there, naked and covered in cum, brain still scrambled...and in truth, with all the bimbo **** she had taken, Lois never would be quite as sharp as before...and the woman would also be unable to remember much of her bimbo time during her night out. Disjointed images of thrusting pricks and rough, uncaring hands on her swollen tits...or spreading her ass apart. The sharp pain as the cocks **** their way in, two at a time.

Yet somehow, the reporter knew...while this night was over, something had been awoken in her that would not easily go back to sleep.