Lois Lane Takes Twenty-Four Cocks In A Row

Lois Lane had never had a train run on her before. The idea was simple...just like serial monogamy, taking one dick at a time. In practice, it was different. She didn't know these people. They came and she saw their faces, their cocks, watched and felt them penetrate her...and then they were having sex. Yet there was no emotional connection, no relationship. Just a perfunctory fuck, her legs spread, back against the table, squeezing her pussy, feeling the strange dick slide in and out...and it felt good, but it was also...

...kind of boring.

Most of the time when Lois had sex, she'd had some excitement, some build-up to the event. Sex was an event, even if it was impromptu, it meant something. The first kiss, the first time she kissed their dick, the special moments and intimacy...she'd even used a final fuck to say goodbye, when relationships hadn't worked out. Lois still remembered every time she had experimented with another person, when she'd tried a new position, a new technique. Sex had always been fun and exciting and something to look forward to, and looking forward to it had always been such a big part of why she loved it.

This was...more like work. The cock plunged deep, the dickgirl grunted, and then pulled out, leaving a bit of herself behind. Lois Lane's pussy felt slimy and uncomfortable. She hadn't cum, hadn't come close to cumming, It wasn't that the sex felt bad, it was just that as each cock went away, and each new cock stepped forward...that was it. That was all it was. Like one endless fuck-session, the faces instantly forgettable.

When she was a young woman, just coming into her sexuality, Lois Lane had dreamed about this kind of thing. Now the reality was so...different. Not everyone who fucked her was attractive, some of them smelled bad, many were rough and inconsiderate, pushing their cocks in too deep, too hard. One reached up without permission and squeezed Lois Lane's left breast, hissing something about wanting to see them fill up with milk, and it was...it was all so...not like she had thought it was. Almost worse than if she had been ****, because then at least she would have **** in the matter. Yet Lois knew that at any time she could get off this table, walk away, hope that the cum that wasn't dribbling down the crack of her ass had done the job.

So why don't I? Lois wondered herself as number twenty-four, a black shemale with a small dick, slid her cock into the reporter's sloppy slit and began thrusting away with violent energy. What the fuck am I doing this for? Just to get pregnant? Hell, I'm probably already pregnant.

Number twenty-four came after three minutes of **** hunting. Out of habit, Lois squeezed her pussy as the little cock pulled out, and the black dickgirl blew her a kiss.

The twenty-fifth cock...looked familiar. Lois blinked and followed the gaze up to see Angelica Blaze again, that damnable mysterious smile on her lips, cock hard and rubbing against the reporter's clit.

"Ready for round two, sweetmeat?"