End: Open Her Legs

Lois Lane held her legs closed for three beats of her heart. She had always been a risk-taker, an adrenaline junkie. It was what drove her to take chances, to go after the dangerous stories, to be the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter...but three heartbeats was all she could stand. The danger was too real. So her legs opened...and not a moment too soon, as the very moment Angelica Blaze pulled her cock out she was spurting, spraying her baby gravy all over the reporter's stomach...

The dickgirl let her softening cock rest, balls pressed into her pussy. Angelica pulled the blindfold off, and the first thing Lois saw was her face closing in...and then they shared a long, deep kiss. Tongues pressed against each other, but not rapaciously. There was a sweetness to it now. Blaze was spent, and if Lois hadn't quite climaxed at the same time, the handcuffed reporter had to admit she'd had her fun.

"You know," the dickgirl said, when they finally broke the kiss. "For a second there, I thought you weren't going to let me go."

"Maybe I didn't want to raise a baby all on my own," Lois said with a smirk.

"Too bad," Blaze leaned back and began pulling the vibrating eggs out of the reporter's pussy. "I think you'd look sexy with a pregnant belly."

"I thought you didn't want to take responsibility?" Lois said, not minding at all the extra little stimulation as one by one the toys were pulled out of her stuffed cunny.

"Doesn't mean I wouldn't still fuck you," Angelica said with a smile.

The chitchat was fun. Handcuffs were unlocked, towels were provided to wipe things down. The usual post-sex ritual, where both woman and dickgirl tried to figure out where to go from here.

"So..." Angelica Blaze said, and licked her lips. "I enjoyed our time tonight, even if it got a little intense at the end there."

"I like intense," Lois said as she wiped her pussy. She felt...oddly sad. A little empty. But also sore. Her poor pussy had gotten a real workout.

"What I'm saying is, would you like to...have dinner sometime?" Blaze said.

"Actually, I could go for a drink right now," Lois said. "I came to the bar looking for these women..."

...which is how, very quickly, Lois found out from Angelica that the women she had gone looking for were working at the Black Door as waitresses. Much of the rest of the night was spent in brief interviews as Lois got her story, and Angelica went back to tending bar...and as the crowd thinned, and the night reached its end, it was Lois and Blaze alone at the bar, and the dickgirl made her a cocktail...a Suffering Bastard. Lois Lane's favorite.

"Well?" Angelica said.

"Well, what?" Lois sipped her drink and shook herself. "Damn that's good!"

"How about it? A date. You and me." Angelica said.

Lois raised an eyebrow.

Why not? She thought.

"It might be dangerous," Lois said.

"I think we both like the danger," Blaze stared straight into the reporter's eyes. "Are you afraid?"

Lois sipped her drink...and realized she was a little. Because if they played that game, the can-you-pull-out-in-time game, then one day maybe Lois Lane would catch a bullet...but that gave its own kind of excitement to the relationship. The kind of excitement she had never felt when pursuing Superman.

"I'm not afraid of anything," Lois said.

So Lois Lane's night out was at an end...to go home, write up her story, and ice down her pussy. Maybe to think of what might have been, if she hadn't blinked...and dream of what might happen in the future, if she wasn't very, very careful.