End: Why? Are You Jealous?

The words were like an arrow in the reporter's heart. Angelica Blaze leaned against the shorter reporter, one breast pressed into Lois Lane's shoulder, one hand reaching out to cup the reporter's ass. Lois Lane kept her mouth in a tight line, but a hint of color came to her cheeks.

"You are!" Blaze said. "The thought of me fucking their asses and not yours...you're actually upset about it!"

Lois Lane's nostrils flared...and she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"We just met tonight. It would be unreasonable for me to get upset with you for fucking someone else's ass," Lois said levelly.

The reporter could almost feel Blaze's smile widen as she groped Lois Lane's butt. The dickgirl turned, her free hand lifting up the edge of the reporter's shirt.

"I sense a 'but' coming..." The dickgirl said.

"But...if you're fucking my ass, I expect you to be fucking only my ass," Lois said. "Monogamously. Or you won't be fucking my ass."

"Monogamy," Blaze said, as her left hand slid up the reporter's trim stomach toward her bra. "What a...quaint...concept. I feel like I should get something out of this deal..."

Lois turned her head to stare Blaze in the eye.

"I already let you fuck my ass," the reporter pointed out.

"You did, sweetmeat...and I enjoyed it," Blaze's smile went a little wider as the reporter's bra came loose, and her hand cupped the reporter's right breast. "But I do have...needs. If you want monogamy, you'll need to take care of all of them."

Blaze moved forward, and Lois could feel the bulge of the girlcock against her hip. She blinked, not sure how Blaze could possibly be hard again already.

"We can date...and fuck...regularly," Lois said, her body beginning to heat up as Angelica continued to press and rub against her.

"Hmm. So I can take you out every night and bury my cock in your ass every night?" The dickgirl pressed.

"Every night is a bit much," Lois said. "I work nights, sometimes, when I have a deadline."

"Takeout and you can sit in my lap while you type," Angelica said coolly. "Come now Lois, it's not a bad deal, is it? Take care of my needs, and I'll by yours alone. Get me off whenever I ask, and my cock and cum is for you and you only."

Warning bells went off in Lois Lane's head...she wasn't sure her ass could take that much hard pounding...but right now she felt a familiar itch in her butt. An almost yearning. The reporter chewed the inside of her lip as she considered how to handle this situation...but then, it was very much a bit of quid pro quo...

"Deal," Lois said, hoping she wasn't letting her unexpected horniness overrule her sense of reason.

"Then let us seal this pact," Blaze said, "With a quickie. After we're done, you can interview the women...and I can introduce them to my new girlfriend."

Which was how Lois Lane found herself with her pants peeled down to her knees, staring through a spyhole at the Anal Club, while its owner lubed up her cock to slide back between her cheeks. Lois bit back a moan as the swollen head of that prick press into her backside...and then squeezed her eyes tight as she instinctively squeezed tight to resist, then **** herself to relax so that it could slide in.

It was better this time. Easier. Her ass already stretched, the cock a hot, comforting weight in her butt. Lois bit her lip as she began to move her hips a little, wanting to feel Blaze's balls on her labia, the head of that cock deep inside of her...

Not a position Lois Lane thought she would find herself in, when her night out began. Yet she was within sight of her original goal of the evening, and the strange, exotic, hung and horny new friend was apparently as engrossed with her ass as any of the reporter's previous lovers had been with any other part of her anatomy...and Lois Lane wondered to herself how long such a romance might last, or where it would lead.

"I could fuck this ass forever," Angelica Blaze whispered in her ear. "All night, every night for eternity."

A hot kiss on the reporter's neck. A hot dick in her ass. Slim hands cupping her breasts from behind, squeezing and holding onto the small palmfuls. All her attention focused on Lois Lane's body...and the reporter wondered if it was really such a sin, to indulge like this for a while...for however long it might last.

Only time would tell...but that is a different story.