Honest With Each Other

"I think a part of me wanted to get fucked tonight. I'd gone without sex for so long—been waiting and hoping for Superman to sweep me off my feet and into the marriage bed—that I think when the opportunity—" Lois said.

"My cock," Blaze cut in, as she massaged Lois Lane's lower back. In the reporter's hand, the daiquiri refilled itself.

"—presented itself," Lois continued. "I took it. Maybe it was just horniness, or a sudden attack of the biological clock. I know I didn't come here tonight with the idea to get knocked up, but I don't...I don't know if I came here just to get a fuckbuddy either."

The reporter sipped her drink as the dickgirl's thumbs massaged along either side of Lois Lane's spine. Hot lips pressed against each vertebra in turn.

"The truth is," Lois said again as she lowered her glass. "I don't know what I want. This is all so crazy, so out-of-character for me—I didn't plan any of it, I just kept rolling with the chaos and the madness and the sex and...I don't know where we go from here."

Blaze didn't answer immediately. Her tongue slide up the reporter's spine, warm and wet, and it almost made Lois laugh—and then she felt the demon's cock slide in, underneath her buttocks, which now rested on the reporter's heels. The warm length of that cock rested against the reporter's sperm-filled pussy and pushed out through the gap, so that Lois could look down at the scarlet schlong that protruded a couple of inches past the tuft of her pubic hair.

"Hmm," Blaze said. "Well, if we're being honest...I have been working to seduce you since I first saw you enter the club. That's probably some of the confusion you feel. It's so different to be the one being chased instead of the one doing the chasing, isn't it? If you like, we can take it day at a time. I don't know if our relationship will work out. I have to admit I'm an insatiable sex machine. But I wouldn't mind making the effort...just so long as you can think of an answer to that perennial question."

"What's that?" Lois said, her curiosity piqued. The glass grew heavier in her hand as the daiquiri magically refilled itself again.

"How do you want me to fuck you next?" Blaze said as her breasts pushed into the reporter's back. With expert control of her abdominal muscles, the dickgirl made her cock jump ever so slightly, pressing against the reporter's cunny...and the heat of that prick was radiating upwards throughout Lois Lane's body, and the reporter felt her excitement growing once again as she contemplated the answer.