In Her Mouth

Sudden panic hit Lois Lane. She had a raw dick in her unprotected pussy. Sawing in and out harder and faster, strokes getting shorter and shorter. Blaze was about to cum and they both knew it. Lois could almost hear her highschool sex ed teacher tsk at her.

"My mouth! Cum in my mouth!" The reporter said with something like desperation.

There was a moment of confusion. Blaze flipped the reporter over as though the fully grown woman weighed nothing at all. Lois swore that there was a distinct POP as the cock was dragged swiftly out of her, pussy lips clinging to it like a vacuum. Her traitorous body striving to keep the fuckstick inside of her so that it could deliver its virile load.

Then Lois was slammed on her back on the bed. Mouth hanging open. An inviting target as the great red missile descended into her waiting hole. The reporter's eyes widened as the vast crimson spheres of her balls slammed forward. It was like an obscene parody of the opening crawl from Star Wars—an Imperial Pussy-Destroyer aimed now at her little mouth. She could make out every bump and vein on that long shaft, those massive balls.

As the head touched her lips, Lois wasn't sure where she was going to put it all.

Blaze's hands pressed down on the reporter's shoulders, pinning her to the bed.

"Open wide," the demonic dickgirl said. "I've got a yummy treat for your tummy."

For a moment, as Blaze pressed forward, squeezing the head of her cock past Lois Lane's outstretched lips, the reporter was afraid she wouldn't stop. That the demon would simply shove her whole cock into Lois Lane's throat, and make her **** on her dick as she came straight into the reporter's stomach.

But of course, Lois had asked Blaze to cum in her mouth...

Warm, salty bitterness hit the back of the reporter's throat like a vat of spoiled pudding. Hard little gelatinous things seemed to float in there, like balls of tapioca, and Lois tried to toss Blaze off, but the demon held her down firmly, emptying the load into the reporter's mouth. Within a moment, Lois wanted to gag, to vomit...but there was nowhere for it to go. She couldn't breathe.

So she swallowed.

And swallowed.

Mouthful after mouthful of hot, rich jizz, impossibly thick. It was like trying to swallow peanut butter. It kept oozing out of the dick and settling in around her teeth, sticky and almost chewing. Lois had to run her tongue around and around her mouth, funneling it into where she could **** it down, each warm lump descending her esophagus only with terrible effort.

It probably didn't last as long as it seemed to—but to Lois, it felt like long minutes crept past before the demon carefully pulled her dick free, leaving half a load of relatively soggy jizz, the consistency of cottage cheese, in the reporter's mouth.

"It's always good to get rid of that first load," the demon said as her hands came up to **** the reporter's jaw shut. Lois felt like trying to spit it out, but that wasn't an easy thing to do with clenched teeth—so begrudgingly she swallowed that rancid jizz too. "Full of old, dead sperm. The next batch should be much more virile."