End: They Don't. Lois Lane Takes Them!

They say that cocaine intensifies the personality. That it doesn't make you do anything that isn't in you, put that it amplifies who you are and suppresses prohibitions. Confidence, lust, courage, charisma—these were attributes that Lois Lane already had before she took her first hit of coke. Coming off of a months-long sex-free spell, the reporter was now stuck in a room full of grade-A man-meat. Hungry, hard, and horny for her.

Lois Lane's eyes narrowed. Her nostrils flared. She wasn't going to be some laid back, lazy slut that waited to get fucked like a slab of meat. There had never been a point in the Daily Planet reporter's life when she hadn't gone out to get what she wanted. She didn't wait for her date to make the first mood when she lost her virginity, and she sure as fuck wasn't going to wait for these steroid-swollen jocks to get their shit together.

The reporter climbed off the table with easy grace and confidence. Her violet eyes zeroed in on the quarterback. Lois Lane recalled that he'd had a rough season. Taken a couple of hard tackles.

The naked prostitute was a blur of movement. The quarterback had his cock in his hand, utterly unprepared as she slammed into him, taking the skinny, muscular football hero to the floor like a blushing virgin.

"Nice hit!" somebody shouted. Lois grinned ferociously, reached down to spread her labia, and slammed her pussy down on the hard cock.

She was feeling no pain, riding high. Half a dozen strokes and he busted his nut. Lois stood up, spunk dripping from her snatch, a smile on her face as she reached for the next one...

After the first couple solo performances, Lois began to take them on two and three at a time. The men clustered around her, letting her drive the fuck. Like a wanton whore she thrust back as a linebacker squeezed his pecker into her ass, his heavy gut resting on her lower back like it was a shelf. One limp prick was bold enough to bring his cock up to her face, and Lois Lane sucked on his balls like she had seen women in pornographic films do before she moved up to suck on his shaft. She wanted it hard so that she could ride it.

Group sex isn't like one-on-one lovemaking. Guys don't want to dwell on the experience, just shoot their load and get out. Most lasted less than six minutes, wiping their cocks off on her ass, making room for the next one. Blaze was there with towels and Gatorade, a smiling face unafraid to run a rough wet rag over Lois Lane's pussy and ass, or to offer her another little bump. Then Lois would be back at it, veins sizzling, energy pushing her tired body on to one more fuck...and another...

Two or three at a time...but a few of them took turns. By the second hour, everyone who wanted Lois Lane had their turn; by the end of the third hour, most of them were fucked out.

The party moved on, the sports heroes walking out—some being carried out—and at the end, Lois Lane was sucking the last cock.

It was Angelica Blaze's. She had waited until the men had all left before pulling out her dick, not wanting to put them to shame.

Lois felt different, sucking that dick. Less like she was being paid for it, and more like a treat at the end of the evening. She took her time, running her tongue up and down the long, girthy length of it. All the way up to the tip.

"I was hard watching you tonight," Angelica said, her hand gently tussling the whore's hair. "But I didn't want to interrupt your work."

The prostitute was on her knees, Blaze in a chair. The reporter was pushing a couple of fingers in and out of her sloppy little fuckhole. Lois Lane could tell she was sore...and probably the coke was waning. A part of her wanted to ask Blaze for some more...

"You've got a real talent for this. Earned some good money tonight. They were really impressed with all those creampies. I hope you've got your pills in check."

Lois Lane didn't want to think about that. She stood up on wobbly legs.

Even with Angelica seated, the cock brushed the reporter's pussy lips. That was how tall it was. It made Lois Lane feel fuzzy, just thinking about where all that meat was going to go.

"You know, I can help you out if you want to do this as a career. I can be your manager."

Pimp. Lois thought to herself. She gave a little sniffle. It felt like something was leaking out of her nose. Angelica came up with a handkerchief from somewhere and dabbed at the blood.

The reporter settled in. Even with all the cocks she had taken that night, even though her cunt felt sore and raw even through all the **** she had ingested that night, it was the dickgirl that felt like it was stretching her out. Except this time, her pussy was slick enough with spunk to take the dick easily. Just slid right onto it until the reporter's ass pressed against those balls.

"Yeah," Lois Lane said as she started to move...hips aching now. "Okay."

She was tired...too tired to think. Her pussy ached and felt good at the same time. Cum was dripping out of her ass, and she could still taste it in her throat. There was a raw, aching sensation in her nostrils, a buzzing in her head, heart pounding fast but her arms felt so heavy and slow. Lois Lane listened as Blaze talked, quietly planning out her new "career"...and the reporter closed her eyes and laid her head on the dickgirl's shoulder, rocking back and forth in her lap. She wanted one more creampie before this night out was officially over...

One...

More...

Taste...

...and she was off to never-never land.