Lois Hits

The reporter didn't know what her opponent had, but she knew what she had...and it was too low to risk staying.

"Hit me," she said, staring the devil in the eye. She could still taste Blaze's cock.

The scarlet succubus flipped up a card...the five of spades. That gave her nineteen. Too high to risk hitting again.

"Stay," she said, trying not to project too much confidence.

Lois: (4♠) Q♣ 5♠

Blaze: (?) 4♦

For her part, Blaze's face remained perfectly composed, the red lips still, the pure white eyes giving nothing away.

"Dealer hits," she said, flipping a card over.

The five of clubs stared up at them both.

Lois: (4♠) Q♣ 5♠

Blaze: (?) 4♦ 5♣

The reporter could feel her heart start to race. If Blaze had a 10 or a face card, they were even—but if she had an ace...

"Dealer stays," Blaze said smoothly.

They flipped their cards.

Lois: 4♠ Q♣ 5♠

Blaze: A♦ 4♦ 5♣

The reporter stared at the card balefully, as if it was the card's fault. With a sigh, Lois stood up from the table, not even waiting for Blaze to declare her victory. The demon, for her part, simply spread her legs...no ass this time. No, it was the hard, throbbing length of the scarlet cock that confronted the reporter.

She knelt down on one knee before it, heart pounding in her chest.

Just a cock, Lane, Lois told herself. If you've sucked one, you've sucked them all. Just get it over with.

Unwilling to be seen to hesitate, Lois leaned forward and kissed the tip of the cock, the little clear bead of salty pre-cum slathered against her lips. Opened her mouth and slid out her tongue along the soft underside of it, wrapped her lip over her top row of teeth and sank down to engulf the swollen head.

A lot of girls, when they were just becoming women, had no idea how to give head. They thought you licked it like a candy cane at Christmas, or the Owl with the Tootsie Pop—and just for a moment, Lois did consider using her teeth, for whatever that petty **** would gain her. She was thankful, when her tongue slid down the meat, that it tasted...well, like regular dick. Like licking someone's skin, only smooth and pockets of hidden saltiness where the sweat got into the folds, but clean.

Then her lips sealed around the cock and she began to suck.

It was all about the suction. The mouth as a substitute slit, a warm wet hole to recreate the act of copulation. Lois bobbed her head up and down slowly, maintaining the suction as much as she was able. There was no point in rushing this, as much as she wanted to be done with it. Better to give Blaze the full experience of her oral skills than come off as some **** newbie.

In her own way, Lois was quietly proud of her oral skills. The long hours spent practicing on a dildo, the instructional videos. The quiet sensation of victory when she had overcome her gag reflex, the silicone cock sliding into her throat easily. Skills that, with her current lack of lovers, had not seen practical use for nearly a year. But now....

Lois was pretty sure she could deep-throat this dick. Whether she wanted to was irrelevant, she had bet her mouth and she was always one to put her money where her mouth was...or her mouth where her mouth was, in this case.

"That's enough," Blaze said, after some minutes of this. Lois could feel the cock throb and knew the demon was close, the salty taste of the precum had been building up in her mouth...but if the demon was satisfied, so was the reporter. She released the cock from her mouth with a wet plop.

The demon shuffled the cards as Lois retook her seat.

"Same game," Blaze smiled. "Same stakes?"

That was a challenge, and Lois knew it. The reporter had been unlucky so far...but hadn't suffered much for it. Her luck was bound to change sooner or later, it was just a matter of odds. The devil was daring her to rise to the challenge...