End: The Illusions Shatters

"Ugh. UGH. UURRRRGH." Blaze thrust forward so hard that Lois squealed in pain, the dickgirl's cock so far up the reporter's ass that Lois could almost taste it. So hard that the reporter's head slapped into the back of the toilet she was bent over...

...and like that, Lois realized where she was. Where she had always been. Trapped in latex, bent over a toilet, and getting her ass destroyed by Angelica's cock.

"Ugggggh...UH UH UH," Blaze pushed the reporter's face against the back of the toilet...and something weird happened inside of Lois. Like the sudden, **** need to take a very runny shit. Instinctively, she squeezed her ass tighter, and Angelica moaned in appreciation...and that's when it came to Lois.

"Did...did you just cum inside my ass?" Lois said. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded hurt.

"Oh fuck...I needed that..." Blaze said. She rested with her balls pressed against the reporter's latex-covered cunny.

There was a light scattering of applause. The reporter tried to turn, but the latex shell holding her didn't allow her that much movement. She was lucky that her mouth was free now.

"Is someone watching us!?" The reporter said.

"Just a couple people," Blaze said. She gave Lois Lane's ass a heavy pat. "Was it good for you? I mean you took it like a trooper. I can't remember the last time I..."

"Hey," one of the guys said. "So if you're done, can we get a turn?"

"No!" Lois and Blaze shouted at the same time.

The reporter quivered with...she didn't know how to describe the emotions she was feeling. Shame, guilt, anger, embarrassment, and...above all...

"Look, can you just...send them away or something?" Lois said.

There was a snap of fingers...and a boom like thunder. Lois smelled ozone...but she didn't hear anything else. Anyone else. She rested her head against the back of the toilet.

"Look, there's a lot we need to talk about," Lois said. "And I should be super mad at you for trapping me in that illusion and making me...just...look, are you still hard? Can you keep it up for a while?"

"As long as you want," Blaze said, a hint of a question in her tone.

"Good. Because I haven't achieved anything I set out to do tonight. I haven't found the missing women I was looking for, I haven't got a story, and more importantly right now, I still haven't cum. You can at least take care of that part for me, right?"

"Of course, sweetmeat. In fact...I've got an idea..."

Which is how Lois Lane, still trapped in her black latex shell, ended up perched on top of Blaze's cock as the dickgirl sat on the toilet. Angelica held the reporter's latex-clad legs apart, and with the stall door open the reporter could see herself propped, ass stuffed with that stiff prick. The reporter's hand was still glued over her cunny, and her ass still felt melty inside.

"Ready?" Blaze said, her hands under the reporter's thighs.

"Just fuck me," Lois let out a breath. "Fuck me until I cum, and then keep fucking me until I cum again."

"Of course, sweetmeat," Blaze said. Lois couldn't see her as the dickgirl effortlessly listed the reporter up until just the tip of that cock was lodged in her ass. With practiced ease, Blaze began to lower Lois back down. "You only ever had to ask."

Which is how Lois Lane's night out came to an end. Trapped in a shell, rubbing at her cunny, letting this strange dickgirl gently fuck her ass to pieces. Lois writhed gently, panting like a bitch in heat, squirming in her latex prison...and, strangely, utterly content with how the night had turned out. Because at the end of the evening, sometimes even the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter didn't get her story...but she was damn sure that she would climax in the end.

After all, the reporter thought to herself as her thighs shook, and she watched the pink ring of her ass grip that slick shaft. There's always tomorrow night.