Lois Listens To The Voice

Do what mistress commands, the voice said. Don't want to disappoint her, do we?

Lois Lane found herself dropping into a squat, one arm behind her to keep her steady. She used the fingers of her right hand to spread her labia, lining it up with the head of that canine cock.

The camera clicked.

"Smile, deah," the Black woman said, her grey dreadlocks shaking as she stared at Lois through the camera. "Slowly. All da way down."

Taking a shuddering breath, Lois **** a smile on her face...and lowered her cunny onto the doggy dildo.

The moment of penetration sent a little shiver up her spine. Lois had used plenty of sex toys over the years, since she had first tried a small vibrator on the day of her 18th birthday...and yet the head of the cock filled her in a way that she wasn't used to, the shape so different from the rounded rods and sculpted glans she was used to. Licking her lips, she gently lowered herself down, a little bit at a time, her ass clenched around the plug in her butt.

Maybe it was the soft click of the camera. Or the fact that she was exposing herself in front of another person. Lois wasn't some shrinking violet that couldn't have sex with the lights on or worried about walking naked in the locker room, but the whole situation brought a flush to her skin. Her small pink nipples stood up stiff and erect, and rivulets of juice ran down the length of the doggy dildo as it disappeared up her muff. Lois couldn't remember the last time she had been this wet.

By the time the reporter's ass touched the swollen silicone knot, the dildo was already deeper inside of her than most of her toys ever got...and Lois paused there, panting hard. She stared into the camera, wondering if it captured her burning cheeks, the half-lidded violet eyes.

"Take dat knot," her mistress ordered. "Or I gonna come ovah deh and make you."

Once again, there was that little voice in Lois Lane's head. Her whole body teetered on the edge, and it seemed to whisper to Lois, telling her what to do...