End: No Birth Control Is 100% Effective

It was a long, fun night. In the arms of Angelica Blaze, Lois shed some of her worries for a little while. The mystery of the missing women simply faded from her mind as she felt that raging hardon plunge deep inside of her, making her feel every inch as she slammed balls deep into her hot cunt.

Yet Blaze was never less than attentive to all of her needs, always working to bring Lois to her next orgasm...and, the reporter thought ruefully as she bounced on top of that glorious fat cock for a while, always seemed to have another load of sperm for her belly, though the time between ejaculations grew longer and longer.

A good thing I took that pill, the reporter thought. Otherwise, I don't think I'd be able to enjoy this.

And she was enjoying it. Enjoyed just being in the presence of someone else, sharing that little bit of intimacy with another human being. To have Angelica lie back, panting, as the reporter wrapped her mouth around the flagging cock, trying to coax the lovely monster back into one final erection as the clock clicked 0500.

"I don't...think I've got much left in me," Blaze said, licking her lips.

"One more," Lois said, tired and sore. It had been a sleepless night for both of them. "I did pay for all night."

With a grunt, Blaze sat up. Her erection was standing tall once more, slick with the reporter's spit.

"How would you like it?" The dark-eyed dickgirl asked, reaching over to gently run her hand along Lois Lane's hip.

The woman's heart fluttered.

"Make love to me," she said. "Like I was your girlfriend."

Angelica smiled, and laying down breast to breast, drew her into a kiss. Just a little tongue, tender, eyes closed. They shifted onto her back, Blaze on top, pinning the reporter's legs back against her shoulders. The erection was rubbed raw from their night of sex, and the reporter's vulva was puffy and pink.

"If you were my girlfriend," Blaze said seriously. "I would kiss you tenderly like that..."

She drew up her thighs and used one hand to guide her stiff cock down, over the sensitive clit, until it slipped into the reporter's hole.

"...and I would fuck you hard until you came on my dick, and end the night balls deep inside of you."

Lois felt her breath catch in her throat. The cock felt like it was pointed straight at her womb, anatomy be damned.

"Do it," she begged. "Please."

The dickgirl plunged down into, swollen head scraping against the supersensitive walls of the pussy, and Lois shuddered as the final brutal, loving pounding began. The bedframe creaked beneath her, and her pussy felt stuffed and full. Those dark eyes stared down at her the entire time, gaze intense, hands grasping her legs to keep them out of the way.

It was a good-bye fuck, and they both knew it.

Lois could feel her final orgasm of the night drawing close, and she slipped her fingers up to rub her clit, trying to **** it. She wanted Angelica to see her cum, for her body to shake and shiver one last time before she emptied those balls into her one final time. They might never meet again, and Lois wanted that memory of her, just like that.

The cock was a pink blur as Blaze slammed her hips down, nuts smacking into the reporter's ass, and Lois rubbed her clit faster and faster, pussy burning with need, her tired, aching body straining...and when she broke through it wasn't with a yell, but a whimper, pussy spasming, fingers thrashing against her clit, body seizing up for one tight, hot moment...and Angelica sped up, fucking her right through the orgasm, until a few minutes later she stabbed balls deep and her face screwed up in one primal frown of exertion.

Lois Lane's pussy was numb. She couldn't even feel the last tablespoon of jizz squirted deep inside of her. Yet she knew it was there.

They fell apart, panting and fucked-out. Lois didn't even try to close her legs, just let her thighs quiver, jizz leaking out onto the bedsheets.

As the clock clicked over to 0600, Blaze heaved herself to her feet.

"It's been lovely," Angelica said, and it sounded like she meant it. That half-smile was back, the little "I know something you don't." Lois liked it, it was a smile that suited her.

The escort walked on wobbly legs over to her coat, and fetched a card from her pocket.

"My personal number," she said. "If you need anything."

Then she did something very odd. Standing over Lois at the bed, she bent down at the waist, and planted a little kiss on the reporter's bare, sweat-stained belly, right below the navel. Turned her head and flashed her client that knowing little smile.

Then she stood out and walked out of the door...and, Lois Lane thought, as sleep finally claimed her, out of her life.

Yet Blaze knew something Lois Lane had forgotten: no birth control is 100% effective.