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The woman took Lois Lane by the arm, guiding her through the crowd. The reporter did her best to try not to vomit, belly sloshing gently, vision still a little doubled. She felt ill. In fact, she had the suspicion that she would feel much better if she took a moment or three to be violently ill. But she couldn't just vomit up a liter or two of splooge. It would be rude.

So she let herself be guided past a curtained doorway, down a small red-lit corridor, to a much more impressive and solid-looking door made of wood so dark it was almost black. It opened and Lois was ushered into a richly-upholstered office—furniture of leather and dark wood, old brass knick-knacks of naked nubile nymphs and prancing satyrs with comically long penises leering about from every shelf and cubby. There were a couple of chairs, a mammoth slab of a desk with an open laptop, a small marble-topped bar, and an overstuffed leather couch that Lois wouldn't be ashamed to have in her own apartment.

Lois hardly heard the click as the door was locked behind her.

"I was very impressed by your little feat," the woman said. "Such capacities deserve a special prize."

"What kind of prize...I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" Lois felt a little dizzy. She wondered if it had only been cum in all that cum. Chugging all that semen, she hadn't even thought that it might be ****...adulterated.

"I am Angelica Blaze. The Black Door is mine. And for someone with such an inexhaustible thirst, I have something very special for you," Blaze's hands parted her dress, revealing a fat cock in the oddest black lace panties that the reporter had ever seen.

Lois Lane couldn't help but stare. The panties were actually cradling the swollen balls, each the size of a tennis ball, like a miniature bra. The cock was dangling out in front through a specially-designed sleeve. Black lace roses against the dark skin of the stiff prick. It was...weirdly erotic.

"Straight from the tap." Angelica hissed.

"I don't...I don't think I can swallow any more." Lois said honestly. She felt her stomach gurgle, jizz continuing to settle down into every nook and cranny of her intestines.

Angelica moved forward, cock leading the way. Her hands reached forward to grasp the reporter's bloated midsection.

"You are pretty full," the dickgirl hissed, eyes intense, her prick rock hard now. "But I think we can find a little room..."

"I...I really don't think I can take it..." Lois backed away, bumped into the desk, and half-fell to her knees...which put the cock right in her face, resting against her right eye, her nose full of the smell of those big juicy balls...

Something warm dropped onto Lois' face, and she thought for a moment she was crying. Then she realized it was precum, dripping from the tip of Blaze's dick.

"Oh, a connoisseur like yourself could not possibly resist this load," the dickgirl told Lois. "You simply cannot refuse."