End: One Anal Creampie Is Enough...For Now

The reporter's cheeks burned. Her asshole burned. The slap of Blaze's balls on her ass...the quiet huffing of the crowd as shey watched Lois Lane, on her knees, faced away from them, fucked like a dog, sodomized in public...

She hadn't started this night out to get fucked in the ass in front of a crowd. Lois was a good reporter. Her mission had been to find the missing women. Yet somehow, she had gotten sidetracked. Fucked. Creampied. Now she was getting fucked again, in front of an audience, and all she could think was...

"Cum in me! I want a fucking gusher in my ass!" The Daily Planet's greatest reporter screamed.

I think I have a new kink, Lois thought to herself.

Blaze pressed deep and leaned down over Lois Lane's back. She whispered in the reporter's ear.

"As you wish, sweetmeat. Whenever you want."

The cock pressed deeper into Lois...so deep that Lois squealed, her feel rising up off the ground, heels slipping off as her toes curled...and that she felt it. A hot liquid burst deep inside her bowels. Thick and heavy as molasses. Boiling hot. Lois gasped as her colon filled up, burning hotter than before, the pressure increasing painfully. She wiggled, spasmed, silver stars flashing in front of her eyes, pussy dribbling. It felt like she was going to exploded, her sphincter squeezing as tight as she could. Her lips peeled back in a primal grimace of stress and...

...and she exploded. Cum burst out of her asshole around Blaze's dick, the fat prick unable to keep Lois plugged as the pressure grew too great, her asshole spasming as electric waves ripped through her body. There was a gasp of shock and awe from the audience as the cream burst out and then splattered on the floor.

Followed by a scattering of applause.

Lois collapsed onto her chest, falling forward, sliding off of Angelica Blaze's cock. Her asshole gaped for a moment, and then shock and hot globs of thick spunk oozed out between the exhausted reporter's ass cheeks.

Blaze nuzzled the reporter's ear.

"I think that's enough for one night, sweetmeat. Maybe we can do another show...next week."

The reporter couldn't do more than mumble an incoherent assent. Her eyelids fluttered, face against the cold, filthy tile floor...until Angelica scooped her up in her arms.

The demon, still in her mortal guise, showed her smug half-smile to the crowd as she carried her treasure out of the bathroom. Blaze had guided Lois toward this goal, but she had scarcely imagined that the reporter would prove so **** to her manipulation. There were depths of depravity lurking within Lois Lane that begged to be untapped...and the demon knew she herself would enjoy tapping the reporter's ass and pussy as often as possible.

"Sleep well, Lois Lane," she whispered. "We have so many more sins to commit together!"