Fuck Her Ass

Lois Lane touched her tender hole...but it felt wrong. She needed something bigger. Thicker. There was an aching need inside of her that had to be filled. The reporter's insatiable curiosity took over. The desire to know...

She crawled out of the shower, ignoring the cool air on her wet skin as she fetched the dildo out from her underwear drawer.

It had been selected carefully, after due consideration, when Lois realized that a regular sex life just wasn't something she could afford with her work. Dating was time consuming, relationships worse. When the Daily Planet's greatest reporter needed to get the job done, she turned to a nine-inches long dildo; eight of them insertable, with a reservoir and a little plunger. Lifelike silicone savior, the soft synthskin covering squishy beneath her grip.

Almost as an afterthought, she grabbed the lube.

The reporter returned to the warm embrace of the shower, steam and hot water scouring her body, almost too hot. The suction cum adhered to the shower floor like it was designed to be there. She rubbed the gooey lube onto the soft, squishy skin, hoping the shower didn't wash it all down the drain. Lois squatted on all fours, gently lowering her butt down toward the head of the permanent erection...and for a moment she hesitated.

Her eyes squeezed tight as she remembered his cock pressed against her little hole.

She grit her teeth, warm tears washed away by the rain of water up above. Pain. Embarrassment. And...

Her ass plunged down, and Lois gave a little howl as the hard, well-lubricated head of the dildo slid easily up her recently violated asshole. A brief bright burst of pain that made stars dance behind the closed lid of her eyes. It felt bigger than he had been, but that...that was...kind of what she wanted, she thought.

The pain. The fullness. The sensation. She needed to feel it again.

Lois Lane pressed her hips down, ass screaming as it slid down on the cock, spread open a little wider. Up and down, up and down. Her heart hammered in her chest, eyes closed, trying to imagine it was him doing it, her faceless client, the man she was fucking...who was fucking her butt...and she could remember, she could feel it, her ass sliding up and down the dildo a little faster and easier now, muscles relaxing, so she went further.

He had been so rough, uncaring. The man had fucked her like she was nothing, a piece of equipment he had rented. She had just been a hole for him, an eager little hole, no different than any of the other putas walking the street. Would he have cared, if he knew who she was? Probably not. One asshole as good as another, one whore as good as another...

The whore inside Lois Lane cried out in pain and lust as her ass slammed against the silicone testicles at the base of the cock, the whole length of the sex toy inside her. Her foot stomped on the plunger, artificial cum splurting up out of the reservoir, a cool liquid splatter deep inside her colon.

Nothing like the real thing.

Lois rocked forward, held to the floor by the suction cup, not wanting to let the cock out of her burning, abused asshole, not yet. She cried as the hot water pelted her back, feeling like a dirty, cheap whore that would never be clean again.