Epilogue: Back For More

Monday morning, Lois went back to work.

Daily life at the Daily Planet. Cubicle gossip, coffee, meetings. Nothing different about any of it. Yet Lois Lane had a harder time getting through the day. The chatter was banal. Her hand kept slipping between her thighs at odd moments.

The ghost of that cock haunted her thoughts.

It was the first time in her life that Lois had ever thought about a dick that way. She could remember the shape of it, the smell, the way it slid in as though it belonged there. In the bathroom, she found her panties soaked in a way that she hadn't had to deal with since her first crush in school. The reporter had to dip into her emergency supplies and wear a pad in her panties just to get through the day.

Trying to focus on her work, even as her thoughts drifted back and forth. Once or twice she caught herself typing out something that could never be published; frowned and deleted the X-rated thoughts that had flowed out through her fingers.

The decision was not one that Lois Lane consciously acknowledged having made.

When she went home she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush. Brushed her hair and put on fresh lipstick. Squeezed into her tightest skirt and highest heels. She opted for the wonderbra, to give her some cleavage, and a lacy black shirt that left her belly button uncovered. Kept the same jacket from that first night...and left her panties behind.

Her stomach knotted on the cab ride back to the club. Indecision warred with her, ugly little feelings of inadequacy. What if Blaze wasn't there? What if she wasn't down to fuck? They had only had that one little encounter. No hint of there being a repeat, of anything...more prolonged. No deeper feelings.

Hell, I don't even know if I want a serious relationship, Lois admitted to herself. I just want to get fucked like that again.

Stepping out of the cab, the reporter's heart leapt. Angelica Blaze was there, in tight black jeans that hugged her ass and emphasized the bulge in her crotch, a tight black t-shirt with some squiggle of a **** metal band's name in white letters across her tits. She was talking to one of the security guys.

Lois walked up to her, all thoughts of trying to play it cool and seductive suddenly lost as her heart struggled to thump out of her chest. The dickgirl turned and saw her, eyes widened in surprise, a smile turning the corners of her mouth.

"Hey," the reporter said.

"Hey yourself," Blaze said back.

Just do it, Lane. She told herself.

Lois leaned forward, the dickgirl standing stock still as the woman's cheek brushed her own. The reporter's lips drew very close to Blaze's ear, and whispered so only she could hear...

"I'm not wearing any panties."

A hand grabbed Lois Lane's wrist and pulled her inside the door of the darkened club. They were almost running as Blaze pushed her through the door behind the bar, spun her around and slammed her against the wall, mouth hungrily seeking Lois' own. Instinctively, the reporter wrapped her legs around the dickgirl's waist, little black skirt riding up, bare pussy rubbing roughly against the bulge in the front of Angelica's jeans, the tip of the cock trapped behind the belt buckle.

The kiss broke as Lois fumbled with the belt. Blaze's hungry mouth traveled down the side of her face, the corner of her jaw, down to the hollow of her neck. Then the prick burst free...and Lois sank down onto it, thicker than she had imagined it during the day, causing her to wince slightly as it felt like she was being stretched out...but also like she was coming home. Full once again.

Her back scraped against the wall, Blaze pounding away. Lois Lane hung on for dear life, feeling the dickgirl's tits press into her own, the raw cock plunging in and out of her hole, neither of them having paused to think about condoms. The reporter moaned as the dick filled in the need between her legs, the one that had been torturing her all day.

She wasn't expecting to cum. Lois had been sexually active long enough to know that orgasms were never a given. What she wanted was more primal than that. She needed this cock in her cunt once again. To feel herself filled up. To wash away all the petty nonsense of the day. And she wanted something more...

"Cum inside me," she said in a throaty whisper. Blaze's hand cupped the reporter's ass, lifting her up and began to pound hard and fast. Lois braced herself against the concrete wall as her pussy was jackhammered into oblivion...and then she felt it, the warm surge of wetness between her legs, and knew the frothing jizz was shooting into her once again.

Gently now, the first ardent burst of passion over, the dickgirl let Lois slide down to the ground and broke apart. The reporter cupped her gooey slit, instinctively trying to trap it in there. They panted and stared at each other...then began to laugh.

"You want to go again?" Lois half-joked, staring at the still half-erect cock.

"Give me a few minutes." Blaze licked her lips. "Buy you a drink?"

"Sure," the reporter said. Caution to the wind. "Why not?"