End: Thrilled

It was so wrong. Handcuffed. Pussy stuffed full of vibrating eggs that were being churned up by rock-hard cock...that belonged to a dickgirl that Lois had just met. To hear those words out of Angelica Blaze's mouth and know that she, Lois Lane, really was helpless for all her bluster...to know that she had pushed this person right over the edge to where the same person who had been afraid of knocking her up now was bound and determined to pump load after load of semen into her pussy...

Something hot and wet poured into her. Lois Lane normally couldn't feel it when her lovers came, usually because she made them wear a condom, but this cock was raw and her cunt was unprotected, and she felt this. Like a hot rain deep inside of her, the vibrating eggs stirring the jizz up into a froth.

Lois Lane's cunt spasmed and squeezed hard. her hips bucked, and though she could not see with the blindfold she squeezed her eyes tight as an electric tingle went up her spine, ass clamped tight, thighs hugging Blaze's hips as she instinctively tried to draw her lover in deeper. Even Lois Lane's chest felt tight, her pulse thundered in her temples, and she pulled against the handcuffs until her wrists chaffed.

"You're mine," Blaze whispered to her. "I will marry you. I will fuck you. You will bear my children, and everyone who sees your swollen belly will know it was I that pumped my load into your fertile pussy. They will see my ring on your finger and know at night that it is you that gets down on your knees to suck my cock. That your mouth, your ass, your cunt belong to me and no other."

She ground her cock into the reporter's overfilled cunny. One of the jizz-covered vibrating eggs slipped out, leaving a frothy trail that dripped over the reporter's asshole.

"Don't," Lois gasped. "Don't I get a say in this?"

Blaze's teeth on her lower lip. Tugged gently, just a hint of pain. Lois could almost imagine that Mona Lisa smile on that generous mouth. Her body shook in excitement. No one had ever talked to her like this. No one had very fucked her like this. It was so commanding, so forceful, and yet so...so...almost romantic. Like she was a woman in one of those bodice ripper novels, finally at the mercy of someone else.

The dickgirl let the lip go.

"Of course Lois. You get to say 'yes,'" the dickgirl's breath was warm as her mouth drew close. "And you get to choose how I fuck you again."

Their lips met. Tongues slid against each other, and Lois felt her tense muscles melt against the heat and **** of that kiss.

Down there, below the bar, below the club, at what might as well be the bottom of the world, Lois Lane forgot for a moment the reason she had come here. The missing women, her job as a reporter. Superman and the Daily Planet seemed so very far away. Here and now, she was only a woman...and Lois did not know what tomorrow would bring, but right here and now on her night out, she could understand those women who got married on the spur of the moment, who let instincts and pleasure override their sense as they got taken bareback by a lover they had just met.

Tomorrow there would be time for recriminations, regrets, second thoughts, pills...and maybe all of that and none of that would happen.

Right now, all Lois Lane wanted was sloppy seconds.

Blaze was going to make sure she got it. Good and hard.