End: With A Little Improvisation

When Lois Lane began her night out, she never imagined that she would be stroking her dickgirl lover to hardness as four naked dancers bent over the desk, their pussies on display and willing to take the risk of being knocked up—all to scare four libidinous missing sluts to reclaim their human forms.

Lois dropped down to one knee, the better to softly stroke Angelica Blaze's scrotum with one hand as her other worked the shaft. Angelica's skin was hot to the touch...and this close, the smell was strong and intoxicating. The reporter buried her face in between scrote and balls, tongue licking at the soft flesh, the cock swelling hard in her hand. Down between her legs, Lois gelt the unaccustomed wetness, Blaze's jizz still swimming around in her pussy, trapped and unable to escape.

"I'll give each your captive cunts a choice," Blaze said, her voice carrying real menace. "You can leave whenever you want, until I put my cock in you. After that, you're fucked. I'll stretch you, inseminate you, and then you will be pregnant. Guaranteed."

That could be me, the reporter thought to herself as her finger slipped past the demon's taint and found her clitoris...Blaze having both male and female genitals. As her tongue traced the pulsing vein along the hardening cock, Lois wondered at the changes in herself that had taken place tonight.

Was it just the months without sex? Was it some subtle power of Blaze's, or the ****, or something of all those influences together? What made the prim and proper Lois Lane, who had been pining for Superman and rubbing her little pussy in aching desperation for what felt like decades waiting for the time to be right, to just go...full slut for this cock?

The reporter's tongue touched the soft underside of Angelica's glans, her upper lip closed over the tip. A shudder went through the reporter's body as the hot, bitter precum touched her tongue like a dollop of body-warm soy sauce. Her pussy ached and squelched inside her pants. She wanted this dick in her. Didn't want to share it.

"I'm hard now. Time to knock up some lazy sluts," Blaze said, pulling her cock away from the reporter's mouth with great ****. She strode over to the desk with a single stride.

"I should warn you," Blaze said as she tapped her dick against the pussy of the first dancer. The tuft of shiny black hair told Lois that the cunny was actually Tonya Wong. "When the babies come out? You're probably going to rip and tear. We'll have to suture you back together...but you'll never be as tight as you used to be. Never take the pleasure in a dicking as before. So I hope you enjoy this..."

"No!" Lois grabbed the dickgirl from behind. One hand gripped the shaft. It had swollen to the point her fingers could barely close around it. "Let me guide it in. I want to help you knock these stupid cunts up."

The reporter stroked the shaft, rubbing the tip of the cock up and down the slit in front of her...the pussy that seemed to quaver, not in anticipation, but in fear.

"What Blaze didn't tell you is, you're all super-fertile," Lois said in a loud whisper. "Not just one big baby, but quadruplets. At the least. Maybe even octomoms. Your cunts are going to be gaping pink tunnels. Sex for you is going to be like throwing a hot dog down a subway. And I can't wait to see you pass one after another, after an—"

All the pussies were twitching now...and sure enough, something happened. TO Lois, it seemed almost as if four flesh-colored stickers peeled themselves off at once...and then unfolded as they fluttered to the ground, so that four naked young woman lay beneath the shadow of Blaze's cock, and four confused-looking dancers reached down and scratched at their suddenly itchy slits.

"Four out of four," Angelica Blaze said, with admiration. "A classic game of bad dick, worse dick. Alright ladies, you can go back to work. You've earned your bonuses. As for your four..."

The dickgirl looked down at the naked women that cowered, striving to hide their nudity with their hands.

"...your old clothes and effects are in the locker room. Go back to your old lives. And practice safe sex! Your periods have started again."

Which left just Lois, hugging Angelica Blaze from behind, still slowly stroking that hard dick as the eight women vacated the office.

"You could have fucked them," Lois said. "I know you could have. Why didn't you?"

The dickgirl's back tensed...and then eased. Her voice, when she spoke, was very soft.

"To tell the truth, I'm tired of casual sexual encounters and grudgefucks. I don't want to fuck random women, not after tonight," a deep sigh punctuated this declaration. "I don't know what you've done to me, but the only one I want to plunge my prick into and impregnate is you."

Lois allowed herself a smile, as her face rested against Blaze's back.

"Well," the reporter said. "It would be a shame to waste a good erection..."

Which is how Lois found herself naked and sitting on the edge of the desk. The bandage peeled off, revealing the gooey, sticky mess that was Lois Lane's pussy. It reeked of spunk, fishy and ammonia-laden...and yet it excited her as Angelica Blaze pressed her cock against the goo-filled slit.

"I haven't told you everything," Blaze said, suddenly serious. "About who and what I am. You might really get pregnant tonight, or tomorrow, or soon at least, if we keep this up. And I haven't really done monogamy before. I'm not sure if I'm up to it. So this is your last chance..."

Lois Lane narrowed her eyes and squeezed and relaxed her pussy muscles. It was as if her cunt was sucking on the tip of Blaze's dick, strands of dark goo running down to the reporter's asshole.

"Do you honestly think you could stop now, even if you wanted to?" Lois said, running her feet down the back of Blaze's thighs as she leaned back on the desk.

"No," Blaze said as she let the reporter draw her forward...the cock sinking into that hot and ready hole with a wet squelch.

"Then we'll sort the rest of that out tomorrow. For now...fuck me as if there is no tomorrow."

So Blaze sank to the hilt in the reporter's cunt, Lois Lane giving a little yelp of surprise as the cock filled her, and seemed to stretch her, hitting deeper than before...but not so deep as to cause pain, nor not so wide as to split her open. Lubed up as she was, it wasn't long before they had achieved a frantic pace, Blaze's balls slapping against Lois Lane's ass as it teetered on the edge of the desk, Lois clinging to the dickgirl with arms and legs as though to never let her go.

It was so wrong...so bad...and yet it felt so good...and as the growing anticipation and tightness in her belly turned into a wave that washed over Lois, and she cried out and shuddered and shook as the princely prick plumbed her depths...Lois Lane knew that whatever kind of ending this was to her night out, this would have to be more than just a one-night stand.