Lois Likes Being On Camera

"Action!"

No lines of dialogue. Angelica grabbed Lois Lane and lifted her onto the altar. Eager hands tore away at the costume, until the hardening cock slapped down on the reporter's bare pussy. Lois gasp was not feigned. She could feel the heat and hardness the cock, and her lover's smile was absolutely genuine as her hands rubbed against Lois Lane's thighs, as she lined the head of her dick up for penetration.

The women on the cameras moved. Capturing the scene from three different angles. Lois thought that under the dull gaze of the camera, she might freeze up, or be unable to go through with it. Granted, she wasn't one of those women that insisted on sex with the lights off, but somehow she thought that having sex with the cameras watching her every movement would feel somehow unnatural, or make her self-conscious...yet it wasn't like that at all. The camerawomen were as quiet and nonjudgmental as cats.

Blaze slid her cock home, and Lois grunted as she felt the now-familiar fulness of the thickest part of that dick stretching her hole. Almost instinctively her legs closed behind Angelica's hips, ankles crossing, drawing the cock deeper inside of her. So snug, so...right. The dickgirl's hands slid up beneath the portion of Lois Lane's costume that functioned as her "shirt," baring the reporter's stiff nipples to the light, so the cameras could catch them.

The glass eyes circled in. Angelica began to move, her cock sliding in and out of the slick, lubed cunt easily. Lois grunted each time her lover bottomed out inside of her, and bit her lip until she saw Diana mouthing instructions from off-stage...and realized that they didn't want her to be quiet. They wanted to hear her moan...

So Lois opened her mouth and tried to relax into the fuck as Blaze picked up speed. Her arms came up to paw at the dickgirl's tits through her shirt, and Lois could hear the soft little noise that her lover made, and that turned her on more. She began to shift her hips, meeting the thrusts with hard wet slaps.

As the speed and **** of their lovemaking grew, the camerawomen came in for closer angles. Lois had to stifle a laugh as Jenny Dunlap leaned over her, the eye of her camera fixed on the point of their frenzied fucking, trying to capture the cock sliding in and out of the shaved cunt, the pale belly of the reporter heaving with each thrust to take as much of her lover inside of her. They moved in eerie coordination, trying to capture the sex from every angle, and Lois felt...hot. Sexy. Her face flushed, her pussy full. With one hand she reached down to rub her clit as Blaze began to really jackhammer her cunt...

**** it if you have to, Lois remembered the instructions that Debbie had given her. We want you to cum, but let it cum. Be loud, be messy, do what you have to do, just cream hard on that cock, like you've waited your whole lesbian life for a dicking like that...

Lois didn't have to **** it. Angelia found her left hand and their fingers entwined, palm to palm as the reporter's right hand became a blur on her clit. Her whole body was shaking, humping, trying to take that dick deeper inside of her, harder, faster...and then she tumbled over the edge, crying out, back arching, Blaze jackhammering her straight through the climax, the squeezing pussy not slowing down the dick one bit as it pounded away fast and hard and...

I didn't use to cum like this, Lois thought a minute later, as Angelica began to grunt and shoot her spunk deep into the reporter's unprotected cunt. The reporter lay back panting, her finger rubbing her clit lazily as the dickgirl pumped her full of baby batter. Hell, there were so many times I had sex where I didn't cum at all. Yet I don't think she's ever left me wanting.

All three cameras were fixed on the newborn porn star's flushed cunt as her lover pulled out. Lois squeezed her tired pussy muscles, let the thick white cream ooze out over her pussy lips, to drip down her taint and over her asshole.

"Cut!"