Fist Her Own Ass

"You want my cock, slut?" Blaze tapped her hard dick against the reporter's pussy. "Then you have to earn it. Fist your own ass. I want to see it."

Lois moaned in frustration, the cock so close and yet not inside her needy snatch. Like a bitch in heat she reached back to her asshole...totally out of control, unable to think of anything except that this is what she had to do to get fucked.

Cold liquid poured onto her asshole half a moment before Lois Lane's fingers got there. Blaze was stroking her cock, pouring lube onto the upraised asshole. The reporter didn't know where the demon had got it or why. She was past caring. All she knew was that the way was clear and she reached back, all five of her fingers of her right hand pressed together into a point, and she pressed.

It was an awkward angle. There was a weird strain in the reporter's back. Surprisingly little pain as the tips of the fingers pressed in, lubricated. Blaze watched in fascination, barking out commands like a film director, rubbing her cock.

"Slow...slow. You don't want to tear that beautiful ass. Oh, who am I kidding? Harder! Press those fingers in. I want your asshole stretched around your wrist like a bracelet!"

Lois Lane's heart thundered in her chest. Her empty pussy continued to squeeze on the open air. She pressed the fingers harder against her rosebud, feeling the sphincter burn as it was slowly **** open. The reporter had watched women do this on the internet, those nasty videos where the complete sluts just popped their hands into their elastic holes, but those were always the itches that had been training their assholes for a long time, slowly stretching their sphincters out, using lots of lube and big toys and probably poppers...all Lois Lane had was her hand and the iron determination that she needed to get fucked tonight.

It would have to be enough.

She was up to the second joint, and Lois already felt like she was at her limit. Warm tears flowed down her face, asshole a ring of fire. Her fingers could feel the squishy insides, but it was so hard to press her fingers in any further. Cold lube drizzled on her hand.

"Start moving your fingers in and out," Blaze suggested. "Fuck yourself. Relax your asshole. Get used to having it open. Press your fingers in deeper."

Panting, ****, Lois did as she said. Keeping her fingertips pressed together she began moving her fingers in and out, in and out. Telling herself to relax his ass, to press harder. The burning heat of her violated asshole grew. But it wasn't painful. Not quite. She took a deep breath and pressed harder. Deeper. Up until the knuckles. Her asshole was so wide open, wider than she had ever imagined, but she had no idea how she was going to get her whole hand in.

"Does the slut want my help?" Blaze asked.