Get Another Client

"Hey ho'," a new voice broke in, just as Lois Lane was going to pull up her pants. "Slow yo roll."

The reporter turned to the front of the alley where her first "client" had just left. A young man was standing there. African-American, with hair cropped close to his skull. Bulging muscles, basketball shorts, a wifebeater. He was holding a ball under one arm.

"I...uh...I was just going..." Lois stammered, not sure how a Suicide Slum prostitute would handle this situation.

"Nah girl. You stay jess' like dat." He flashed a grin, one tooth capped in gold. His wallet came up, and he pulled out two bills. "I like an ass that's been opened up."

He held the money out to her, and Lois felt her heart sink. A whore couldn't turn down a second trick, could she? And the reporter didn't think she could outrun or outfight him, not in her current condition. She took a deep breath.

"Just my ass, okay?" She swallowed hard. "It...it's my time of the month."

"Fo' sho." He grinned. Her hand seized on the cash, and she pulled her pants back down, leaning against the wall.

The ball dropped to the floor of the alley.

So did his pants.

"Just gimme a chance to wrap this shit," he muttered, and for a moment Lois was profoundly grateful that he had a condom, and decided to put one on.

Lois put her hands against the wall, not wanting to even look at him as he rubbed himself to hardness. She felt strong, callused hands spread her cheeks apart. The hot head of his dick pressing against her tender and violated hole.

It's too big, was her first thought as she grimaced. The reporter tried to tell herself that every cock felt bigger when it was going in your ass, but this time she was certain he was hitting virgin territory inside her. Don't squeeze, don't squeeze...

"Damn girl, yo' ass tight!" He said, hands sliding up to her hips. "Bout ready to squeeze my dick off!"

She couldn't suppress a shudder as he slid his schlong in deeper. His cock was longer than that of her first client, Lois was certain. Fingernails pressed against the bricks of the wall until she felt the polish chip.

Then he began to move.

Her asshole burned as he slid in and out, hands sliding up under her shirt. Lois didn't stop him as they grabbed at her breasts, pulling the bra down so he could fondle her funbags. The hard cock seemed to jostle the bottle stuck in her pussy, the two things rubbing against each other inside her, only a few thin layers of flesh between them.

She wondered if he could even feel it, as his dick started to jog harder and faster inside of her, the warmth in her ass blossoming into a steady ache as her shithole was stretched beyond anything she had experienced in her life. Lois could feel it being pulled back every time he withdrew, and she wondered if she would ever be the same again.

The ass-fuck went on for longer than the last time. His big black fingers pinched her hard nipples, his hips bounced against her ass, and almost beside herself Lois could feel her body excited by all this stimulation, even the unfamiliar penetration of her ass and pussy at the same time.

When he finally did finish in her...sweat dripping off of him and spraying against her ass, cock thrust deep inside...he pulled out with a relaxed sigh.

"Thanks ho'," he said. "Mebbe I see you again next week!"

He picked up his ball and headed home. Lois, feeling her twice-violated ass, decided it was high time she did the same.