End: Why Did You Mention Superman?

Lois Lane froze. She was suddenly acutely aware that she was riding this total stranger's cock, her ass hot and throbbing...

Angelica Blaze's laughter tinkled behind her. The dickgirl's hands slid around to cup Lois' breasts.

"You have your front page story framed on the wall, sweetmeat. Right next to the picture of you receiving the Pulitzer for it. You must wake up every day seeing it."

Lois let out a breath. Of course Blaze would see what was on her walls. She felt silly to have been suspicious.

"You didn't answer me, sweetmeat. Were you saving your anal virginity for someone?"

"No...not really. Not deliberately," Lois said. She looked forward, at the picture of Superman framed under glass. The reporter didn't feel like she was cheating on him, sitting on the dickgirl's cock. That surprised her. A part of Lois had always assumed she would marry Superman...someday. "I think I just...never found someone that was interested in fucking my butt. Including me."

Angelica Blaze's right hand slipped down to the reporter's clit. Her left began to massage Lois' breast. Hot lips pressed a kiss into the reporter's neck.

"Just so you know," Blaze whispered. "But there's one person who will always be interested in making love to your ass. So maybe if things don't work out with the Big Blue Boyscout...give me a call, sometime?"

There were no more words, for a while. Lois rocked back and forth, the intense sensation of that hard dick in her ass. Blaze let the reporter set the pace...and her hands roamed all over Lois Lane's body. Scratched at her inner thighs. Teased her nipples. Slid up her throat to catch at her jaw. Hugged her close about the midsection. And always, always, returning to tease the reporter's clit, never quite letting Lois cum with her cunt, always letting that sense of expectation, anticipation, and excitement build and build so that Lois moved her hips faster and faster...and then leaving off, so that Lois moaned in frustration and squeezed her ass around that dick more.

Lois wasn't sure what actually sent her over the edge. All she knew is that she was bouncing up and down on that dick, her ass was a ring of fire, and dickgirl's fingers were abuzz on her clit, and suddenly...suddenly Lois felt Blaze tense...and it was like a lightning bolt went straight up the reporter's spine and knocked off the top of her head. The reporter's back arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream, every muscle in her body seemed to contract at once, toes curled, nipples hard as diamonds...and then she toppled backward, Blaze's small breasts plastered into Lois' sweaty back ...and Blaze kept fingering her cunny as something thick and hot slowly oozed out of the reporter's ass.

"You'll be sore tomorrow," Angelica Blaze said. "But it's a bit like getting your ears pierced. Regular attention makes it easier."

Lois licked her lips, still riding the high of her climax. Right then she didn't give a damn about why she had gone out tonight, but she was glad that she had hired Blaze.

I could really get used to someone fucking my ass on a regular basis, the reporter thought.

"I'll...think about it," Lois said.

"You do that, sweetmeat. Think of me. Dream of me when you sleep. Let the memory of my hard cock burn into your brain," Angelica Blaze said, and Lois heard a crackle and snap, smelled ozone...and then the dickgirl's hot kiss on her shoulder again. "I'll await your call. No charge, as long as you let me fuck this ass."

Lois smiled at that...but there was the worrying sensation that something had changed inside of her. Not just the loss of her anal virginity, but in her brain. It was only a tenuous half-formed thought at the back of her brain right now, but in the days and weeks to come, Lois would find her mind going back to her night out more and more...her ugly souvenir, the idol, staring at her seemed weirdly to cause an itch in her bum...but as to how Lois Lane suffered under Blaze's curse, and how she finally succumbed to it or overcame it, that is a different story.