Epilogue: Another Game

Dinner, first. Not at the little boudoir beneath the bar, but in a converted loft apartment above it. Clean but functional, not very lived in. Lois Lane had dressed casually, jacket and jeans, but had taken care to make her "preparations" before hand—an enema and douche, a fresh trim to make sure her pubic hair was trim and neat, a dash of perfume—and black lace panties and bra.

Angelica Blaze wore a nightie without a bra over a pair of clean black jeans, her pink nipples clearly visible through the sheer material, her cock a soft lump between her legs, now that Lois knew to look for it. She walked barefoot on the aged wooden floors, and gestured Lois toward a circular dining room table, set with pretty rustic fair: a bucket of fresh oysters, bottles of beer from some local microbrewery chilling in a pail of ice, and from the oven a rack of soft, fresh biscuits, salty and waiting for pats of butter to melt.

They ate, and talked. Standard second-date stuff. Feeling each other out, offering small personal details. Lois talked about her work, Blaze talked about setting up the bar. They slurped salty oysters down on the half-shell, drank beer, bit into the hot, doughy biscuits. If there had been a storm outside, Lois could have imagined herself in some ship off the Atlantic coast, two sailors getting to know each other as the storm tossed the ship hither and yon...but the night outside was quiet, the floor was still, and as they polished off the last of the oysters and washed their hands together at the sink, Lois asked the question she had been dying to ask since last night.

"So what game are we playing tonight?"

"Well," Angelica said, smiling as she toweled off. "I was wondering if you'd like to try switching, tonight."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening..."

Angelica smiled. "Me in a chair. Naked. Hands handcuffed behind me. Legs tied down. You can do whatever you want with me."

The reporter paused, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. "Anything?"

"The safeword will be 'Nazarene.'" Angelica said, lip curling as she almost spat the word. "But yes, anything. Twist my nipples, jerk me off, tease me with your ass, brush my teeth, make me suck your toes, use me as a chair...you get to be in charge. Whatever you want. I'll be your little toy for the evening."

Lois Lane smiled. More than that, she was turned on. She had never been a shy flower in the bedroom, but this was the first time any lover had ever offered to give her all the power in an encounter.

Angelica went to the bathroom, and came out nude. Set the plain, wooden, high-backed chair underneath a hanging lamp. Lois, still dressed, felt her heart thud against her chest as she cuffed the hands behind Blaze's back, running the chain through the bars on the back of the chair. Pillow-cases instead of rope to tie the dickgirl's ankles to the chair. It was all the reporter could do, not to stare at the cock. It was small now, resting on top of Blaze's balls, sort of staring at her...

The reporter stood up. Blaze licked her lips. "Condoms are on the counter in the kitchen. If you need them."

Lois shucked out of her jacket and laid it on the back of a kitchen chair. Shirt, shoes, and pants went with it. To stand there in just her black lace underwear. She sauntered toward Angelica, letting her hips sway. Leaned down over the sitting dickgirl...her forearms came to rest on the handcuffed dickgirl's bare shoulders, her face drew in and tilted so that their lips could meet.

Warm lips. Angie had brushed her teeth in the bathroom, tasted like mint, but Lois still tasted of the ocean, of butter and beer, and their tongues moved inside and against each other. There was no urgency, no push to try to fuck each other's throats, just a long, shared moment...and Lois found that she had closed her eyes, which was odd.

"I've thought about what I want to do," Lois said, as she stared into Angelica's dark eyes. "And I know you said I could do anything but...I want to tell you, I'm not ready to fuck you. Not yet. But what I want...is to see how many times you can cum."

One hand slid down from the dickgirl's neck, down her chest, to surround and grip the half-hard cock.

"If you can cum six times tonight...I'll let you fuck me. Unprotected." Lois whispered.

The cock was swelling harder. Angelica swallowed hard.

"My record is five," the dickgirl said. "But there's a first time for everything."

Lois smiled. "That's the spirit."

She stroked the cock to hardness. Remembered what it had been like, when this had been in her ass. In truth, Lois Lane had added the 'unprotected' part on a whim, remembering their game of last night...yet as she knelt behind Angelica, squeezing her balls with one hand and jerking off the cock with another, the reporter wondered...if Blaze did manage to cum six times...whether Lois would actually go through with it. The idea was making Lois hot...

The first shot was quick. Lois was kissing Angelica's shoulders from behind, her fingers in a circle, running in quick shuffles over the glans, when she felt Blaze begin to tense...and then grunt, hot sperm shooting out onto the bare wood floor, dribbling over the reporter's fingers.

Lois circled back around. Angelica's eyes followed the reporter as she lifted the cum-smeared fingers to her lips, to lick at the salty load...it reminded her of the oysters they'd had for dinner...and then on impulse the reporter grabbed Blaze's hair, forcing her head back, and stuck the fingers sticky with her own cum between those kissable lips...and Blaze did not hesitate to suck the sperm off the reporter's finger.

The reporter did not let Blaze go soft.

Sometimes, Lois used her mouth. Slid her hand between chair and ass to press against the dickgirl's prostate. Ran her nails against Blaze's inner thighs. Sucked at her nipples. Rubbed her ass against the girlcock and felt the precum dribble down her crack. Sat in her lap and rubbed her cunt against the tired, sore dick. Each time took a little longer, each time Lois could see the mix of pleasure and pain in her face, the way her muscles tensed against her bonds...five times.

The sixth and final burst sprayed across Lois Lane's stomach. It had taken them until the wee hours to get here, and Lois could feel the tiredness on them both. She ran her fingers through the sticky mess. It was stringy...but no less virile. Lois wondered what would have happened if she had gotten any of that inside of her.

The cock was still hard. The head was red and red, with little white specks where dry skin had flaked and come off. Lois Lane slipped off her panties.

"Looks like you made it," the reporter said. She used the panties to mop the dickgirl's sweat-slick face. Angie, panting and leaning forward, gave a smile.

"Don't suppose I could...take a rain check...on that pussy?"

The reporter knelt down and gave Blaze's cock a kiss...and then her mouth moved forward, tongue swirling around the head. Angelica groaned. Lois pushed the dickgirl's shoulders against the back of the chair, then threaded her legs beneath the arms. For the first time that night, the dickgirl's cock slipped inside the reporter's pussy.

"No," Lois said. "If you need to stop, you know what to say. But if I'm in charge...I'm going to give you your reward. Whether you want it or not."

Blaze smiled. "Sometimes, you scare me."

Lois let her weight settle in the dickgirl's lap. The hot cock in her aching, dripping cunt. She had been close for a long time...but she wanted to hold out until she rung one more dribble of jizz from Blaze's balls.

"You love it," the reporter said as she planted her feet against the floor and began to rise and fall, doing all the work of fucking Angelica's cock.

"I do," Blaze groaned. "Lilith help me but I do..."

Lois Lane rode that cock long into the night, the chair rocking back and forth as she drew close to her long-delayed climax...and she told herself, not for the first time that night, that this was a great game.